Mr Sensitive
(Ken Double)

Call me Mr Sensitive
I'm out of my depth emotionally speaking
Call me Mr Sensitive
I can't get in touch as such with my feelings
Tell me about your problem baby I know where you live
Call me Mr Sensitive

People hold hands in the street like they found something new
People hold hands like it wasn't a dumb thing to do

Call me Mr Suicide
I've got the blues and the greens and the yellows
Call me Mr Sensitive
I'm happy to be a dysfunctional fellow
Break my heart you couldn't find the pieces with a sieve
Call me Mr Sensitive

All his life he was a victim of his own imagination
Staring into space while his ego embroidered beautiful fictions
For his life to be ruled by
He imagined he was happy
He imagined he was successful
He imagined he was taller
He imagined that she loved him
He imagined that she loved him
He imagined that she loved him