歌词
Tripping down the street
Kicking past the blossoms at my feet
And I'm dressed real neat
Watching as the ducks all cross my path
You ask me why I'm like this
Baby, you do the math
It's why my stomach aches and my hands, they shake
I'm trying not to be lame, toxic, or fake
Baby, you do the math
Hold my sorry hand
Mind the perspiration if you can
I'm a little nervous now, you see
That's why I wipe them on my pants
You make my heart beat double time
Soon, I'm sure, it won't beat so fast
And you ask me why I'm like this
Baby, you do the math
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
It's why my stomach aches and my hands, they shake
I'm trying not to be lame, toxic, or fake
Baby, you do the math
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
And you ask me why I'm like this
Baby, you do the math
It's why my stomach aches and my hands, they shake
I'm trying not to be lame, toxic, or fake
Baby, you do the math
(Baby you do the math)
Baby you do the math
(Baby you do the math)
(Baby you do the math)
(Baby you do the math)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
(one)