Pull over the car, pull over the car
I think I see some sweet squirrel rim
Pull over the car, pull over the car
I think I feel like gettin down on yaI don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
You make me feel, make me feel
Make me feel retardedI can't leave it alone, jerk off on the phone
I want you to come on over
Pretty bad idea, pretty bad idea
Really, really bad ideaI don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
You make me feel, make me feel
Make me feel retarded
Retarded, you make me feel soWhen I stood you up
I thought that you'd give up
Now I realize you're just like a dogI don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
You make me feel, make me feel
Make me feel retarded, retarded, retarded
Songwriters
FOLDS, BEN / JESSEE, DARREN / SLEDGE, ROBERTPublished by
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