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