Lyrics

Tell me something I don't know My girl is thinking when she's talking to me I met her in the social sciences section Of the public library I never wanted to know better I'm having intellectual debates I never should have answered that Now it's way too late It's way too late She's a pain in my ass She's an atheist She's an existentialist I think my baby is a communist I was hanging around on the socialite scene The proletariat vision baby isn't what it seems She's got Marxist, yeah, she's got Marxist eyes She's got such a revolution that refuses the Capitalist lie And I know why I know why She's a pain in my ass She's an atheist She's an existentialist I think my baby is a communist Sometimes I think, sometimes I think I never ever wanna call her on the telephone I got my own private view of the world That she don't ever want to leave alone She got a real third world plan with subversive ideology I can't stand a rebel all alone She says come out baby It's time to date me She's a pain in my ass She's an atheist She's an existentialist She's a limp wrist A vegetarian She's got a heavy chest You should see her bench-press! I think my baby is a communist