You're not like the rest,
you're an intellectual.
I'm unquestionably sapiosexual.

Your credentials demonstrate
That you're a consummate professional,
With so much to illustrate,

and I am very impressionable.

Spesh to Death -

You got a lot on your mind,
my Miss Phineas Gage.
My my, bedroom eyes,

this is Finnegans Wake.
Wordsmith, first dibs
on Craig Finn and them's

place, and we're living
in quotidian grace.


Cain -
No time for the operator playboy type,
your parle set to phaser

gamma ray gun type.
Razor sharp, animated academia life
is captivating, got my

white flag waving tonight.

Spesh -

You're extravagant,
extrapolating data in strapless
Dress, oh yes, your method is all madness.


Cain -
I'd be hard pressed up

against your perspectives
on Giacometti and Beckett;
it's no question.


Spesh -
Metatextual references

til my head swoons.
Who says existentialism
can't be in the bedroom?


Cain -
I know I can't keep up.

I won't even try to pretend to.
Come and snuggle up,
the election's on CNN soon,


I like girls with them big old brains.
Girls shake them big old brains.

I like girls with them big old brains.
Girls shake them big old brains.
We love girls with them big old brains.

Girls shake them big old brains.
Sing praise to the ladies today
who made a name with their big old brains!


Cain -
I don't care about the size of your waist,

or the way that you move it around.
I have faith that you'll captivate,
calculate me and break me down.

I don't need another night in the club,
Or a party in the VIP.
Throw it up if you're done with dumb

And want a lover with a PhD!

Spesh -

I'm a Jung emcee, spell it J-U-N-G.
Let's Freudian slip right between the bed sheets.
I can !@#^yze you, you can hypnotize me.

Your proclivity for vivid imagery is simply riveting,
exhibiting soliloquies as brilliant as a symphony.
Intuitive agility, your eloquence is killing me.

You philistines are shook, read a book, look alive.
My lady's 'bout to win herself the Nobel Prize.

Cain -
No surprise, what's your sine,

tangent and cosine?
Your intangible quantum
mechanics are so fine.
My eyes are so wide, and
you've still got your clothes on,

Moaning 'bout the Higgs Boson,
and so on. (and so on)