| She’s a definite thinker
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| It don’t take a genius to see
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| There’s something ticking behind those eyes
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| What does she think of me
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| She has the answer when I don’t know what to ask
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| And always lets me know so innocently
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| But when she gets that certain look on her face
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| I wonder what will be left when she’s finished with me
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| God help me, I’m in love with a thinker
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| Save me, lips of a singer
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| Help me, feet of a dancer
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| Save me, I’m in love with a thinker
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| Yes, she’s a definite thinker
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| Sometimes she tries to hide it from me
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| But when she starts talking over my head
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| It makes me dizzy
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| I’m just a cipher in the master plan
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| That’s what I get for working out of my league
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| And though she says that I have nothing to fear
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| I wonder what will be left when she’s finished with me
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| I know I’m just a fool to her
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| But will she turn me into a memory
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| I have to make up the difference somehow
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| Though she insists we have equality
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| But every time she gets that look on her face
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| I wonder what will be left when she’s finished with me |