Love With A Thinker

  She's a definite thinker
  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