Mr. Sensitive liked Miss OffensivenShe always said what she meant at expense ofnSaving the feelings of those in good companynIt lead him close to the edge of a precipicennMiss Offensive, she liked Mr. SensitivenHe was so quiet and thoughtful and dignifiednBut she furrowed with each disapprovaln'Til the girl dutifully said less and less of the nThings she felt insidennWhat we wantednnSoon some weeks into their ill-fated love affairnCame the disastrous and inevitable daynOffensive collided with SensitivenSparking a scene of unpleasant defensivenessnOh, oh, nonnWhat we want and what we neednWhat we want and what we neednAre not always agreednnI don't know why but it feels like I'm doomednTo be always thinking and always confusednTry get my mind around me and younBut all I achieve is a stew nOf memoriesnnWhat we wantednWhat we wantednWhat we want and what we neednWhat we want and what we neednWhat we want and what we neednAre not always agreed