It don't take a genius to see
 There's something ticking behind those eyes
 What does she think of me
 She has the answer when I don't know what to ask
 And always lets me know so innocently
 But when she gets that certain look on her face
 I wonder what will be left when she's finished with me


 God help me, I'm in love with a thinker
 Save me, lips of a singer
 Help me, feet of a dancer
 Save me, I'm in love with a thinker

 Yes, she's a definite thinker
 Sometimes she tries to hide it from me
 But when she starts talking over my head
 It makes me dizzy
 I'm just a cipher in the master plan
 That's what I get for working out of my league
 And though she says that I have nothing to fear
 I wonder what will be left when she's finished with me


 I know I'm just a fool to her
 But will she turn me into a memory
 I have to make up the difference somehow
 Though she insists we have equality
 But every time she gets that look on her face
 I wonder what will be left when she's finished with me