As we lie here, baby, covered in nothing but sheets and sweat,
I think the time's appropriate, yes I do,
For some talking to, while I'm doing you, I wanna hear your point of view
On abortion, legislation, politicians, and religion.

Ooohhh... Yo brain turns me on.

Now roll over girl, I want some of that
“Ask not what your country can do for you”
Sort of rhetoric, as I pull out my dictionary.

Ooohhh... Yo brain turns me on.

I wanna give your verb some conjugation (yes, I do!)
Study some interspatial relations.
Maybe hit some geometry, between you and me, baby just wait and see...
It's length times width times pi times the radius squared. (That's girth.)

Ooohhh... Yo brain turns me on.

So maybe we don't agree on every decision,
Maybe we could talk about it, change my position.
Yeah, we could compromise, 'stead of fantasize, til we both see eye to eye.
(Just roll over again, girl...)

Ooohhh... Yo brain turns me on.

I remember when I saw you at the library, and the librarian asked you if you were Team Edward, or if you were Team Jacob, and you looked her in the eye and said you are Team Stephanie Meyer Is A Blight On Literary Society Who Will Burn In The Lowest Pits Of Hell For Using Her Abominable Fiction To Make Pop Culture Abortions Out Of My Favorite Mythological Beings, and I said I knew then, baby, I knew then, I've got to have you. I've got to have you! Say it with me now...

Ooohhh... Yo brain turns me on.

Talk to me now, I need a little verbal lubrication
To grease the gears of this conversation.
Cause the reality, is that it's killing me, and your ideas arouse me (yes, they do...)

Ooohhh... Yo brain turns me on.
Talk to me in circles, girl. Baby circles. Baby, baby circles.
Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, baby. Aww... yeah.