Black Math

Don’t you think I’m bound to react now?
Well, my fingers definitely turning to black now
Yeah, maybe I’ll put my love on ice
Teach myself, maybe that’ll be nice, yeah
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
Well, the longer words are really breaking my back now
Yeah, maybe I’ll learn to understand
I’m drawing a square with a pencil in hand
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I’m practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Well, maybe I’ll put my love on ice
Teach myself, maybe that’ll be nice, yeah
Well, listen master, can you answer a question?
Is it the fingers or the brain
That you’re teaching the lesson?
Oh, I can’t tell ya how proud I am
I’m writing down things that I don’t understand
Well, maybe I’ll put my love on ice
And teach myself, and maybe that’ll be nice, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah