Itch In My Brain / Love With A Thinker

Lyrics

You got to stop, it's much too deep for me I was mistaken, yes I don't understand And my decision, if I choose not to choose There's nobody on this line but me I got a free will that I ain't even used yet I got a free will and I ain't gonna use it 'til I know what I'm doing There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) And I can't stop thinking 'til I scratch it I'm still dancing, I'm just a change machine Don't have to tell me I'm only waving my arms But there's so much smoke and so little fire And there's nobody on this line but me I got a free will and it's making me crazy I got a free will and I ain't gonna use it 'til I know what I'm doing There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) And I can't stop thinking 'til I scratch it I got a free will and I'm dying to keep it I got a free will and I ain't gonna use it 'til I know what I'm doing There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it) And I can't stop thinking 'til I scratch it 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 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 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 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