Sentimental Education

I'm not up to your test I've never read a novel half as hard to follow As whatever's written here on your face My mind's inflexible but my body's amenable So why don't we just cut to the chase? Imperatives are relative I'm not up to your test If you thought I had a chance You've got to let me know It's hard enough to guess What you've got up in your head You've got to let me know Nobody said I had to go it alone I got my sentimental education over the phone It's hard enough to guess What you've got up in your head You've got to let me know, whoa-oh Now, there's no shame in apostasy As long as you can tell me what you used to believe I'll bet your friends on the continent Have probably forgotten more philosophy than I'll ever read Imperatives are relative I'm not up to your test If you thought I had a chance You've got to let me know It's hard enough to guess What you've got up in your head You've got to let me know Nobody said I had to go it alone I got my sentimental education over the phone It's hard enough to guess What you've got up in your head You've got to let me know, whoa-oh Imperatives are relative I'm not up to your test If you thought I had a chance You've got to let me know It's hard enough to guess What you've got up in your head You've got to let me know Nobody said I had to go it alone I got my sentimental education over the phone It's hard enough to guess What you've got up in your head You've got to let me know, whoa-oh