Talk a little bit nerdy just for me,
let’s watch ‘Star Wars’ all night long;
I’ll be your Rebel princess faithfully;
Bury my moan in the theme song,
can you handle a geeky kind of kink?
The cinematic innuendo let’s prolong;
Putty in your hands before you blink,
you can be part of my wildest dream;
Each scene you recite I’m on the brink;
‘Imperial March’ hits my bloodstream,
keep up with the beat make me scream.
Hey babe, I have a confession to make.
When you and I first met, a perfectly inelastic collision must have happened,
Because now all I can do
is to stay by your side.
When you and I first met, I know we’re a one-to-one function,
Because you are
My only solution.
When you and I first met, You got me falling for you,
and I can’t stop
According to Newton’s first law.
Babe, so tell me that you love me,
Because you are the
Counterclockwise torque
That is turning me up.
Tell me that you love me,
Because if I am silver chloride
You must be nitric acid
The only one that can completely dissolve me
And break into my heart.
Tell me that you love me,
Because I want to know that we are not two lines
On different sides of a vertical asymptote
Whose futures shall never cross.
Give me a chance to be your nth degree taylor polynomial
That is tangent to every little bit of you,
So tell me that you love me.
She’s nerdy. She’s crazy.
She’s nuts. She’s naïve.
I smile, listening.
Hoping it is me they are talking about.
Shh!
What’s the matter?
I think she’s IN THERE!
I scoot into my turned over refrigerator box.
And pull my giant owl pillow in front of the entrance.
Wanting them to continue.
Needing them to continue.
I hear footsteps.
I stop breathing.
“She’s odd, but likeable.”
New sharp voice. “WHO?”
Damn. No one shuts down conversation faster than this idiot.
Lower voices now.
I can no longer hear.
I hate New Sharp Voice all day long.
How rude and obnoxious, she was, to push me down,
step on me as if i was her rug,
i might be a nerd but that doesn't give her the right,
inside and out we're all the same, right?
Only geeks have been there and i'm sick and tired of it,
the way the cheerleaders stare, looking like witches with no moles no zits,
i am beautiful but i hide from that with glasses and grades,
but it doesn't matter, right? we're all the same?
Sitting in class, watching the teacher read,
i watch him struggle as he's trying to teach,
to a class full of students who don't even care,
that they're all ignorant and i can't bare
the thought of them leaving,
as mr and miss royalties,
i should be respected, i shouldn't be teased
so i grab my backpack and leave the room in a haste,
the bell finally rings but i don't look back anyways,
because BUMP just like that i fall down,
looking up i can see now,
my angel has come and he takes me away,
where devil children no longer play
I'm in heaven, i'm sured of it,
and no one is mocking me, we're all into this,
and our white wings spreadout and we soar,
and then my angel kisses me, and i'm a goddess, geek no more
This nerdy disease will bring me to my knees eventually
When all the hours spent have finally added up
I’ll have no other choice than to give up in life
This total lack of rest
Spent studying for a test
Is slowly leaving me weakened with time
All just a self-destructive pursuit to feed my mind
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