hey, little scientist, what am I to make of this strange appeal you have to me?
if I was a physicist, maybe I could measure this unexpected gravity,
but you’ve got your own thing,
you’re off studying the bugs in the jungle
somewhere down in Mexico,
you’ve got your own thing,
you’re measuring the tropical rainfall,
you know things I’ll never know,
you know things I’ll never know..
hey, little scientist, I have this hypothesis that we could be good for us,
but I lack experience, let’s devise experiments to prove whether that’s true or not,
you’ve got your own thing,
you’re discovering the way that the brain grows,
underneath the microscope, and
you’ve got your own thing,
you’re uncovering the secrets of blood flow,
you know things I’ll never know,
you know things I’ll never know..
but I know the way your eyes affect me clearly warrants further study,
somebody should write their thesis on the energy between us,
is it just infatuation? what’s the scientific explanation?..
hey, little scientist, have you ever wondered if one and one is always two?
I slept through Calculus,
must’ve missed the formulas to analyze my odds with you,
you’ve got your own thing, and I may be dreaming,
but I’d like to research every little thing about you and what makes you work..
hey, little scientist, what am I to make of this
strange appeal you have to me?… (x3)
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