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White Stripes, The - Black Math

Oh, don't you think that I'm bound to
react now?
Well, My fingers definitely turning to black
now
yeeah
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be
nice, yeaah

My books are sitting at the top of the
stack now
Well, The longer words are really breaking
my back now
yeaah
Maybe I'll learn to understand,
Drawing a square with a pencil in
hand, yeah

ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh, ahhh

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, yeeaah

Listen master can you answer a ques-
tion?
Is it the fingers, or the brain
that you're teaching the lesson?
Oh, I can't tell you how BROAD (I think!!!) I am
Writing down things I don't understand
Well, maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be
nice, yeeaah
yeeeah, yeeeah, yeeeah
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