Numbers

Add the bass y'all

Add the trumpet y'all

Dooo ooohhh

Well I'm a five on a good day,

Six I got plenty of things I need to fix

A bigger chest and dimples in my face

With those I could be pushin' seven or eight

Guitar in hand add a point to my score

No car slide me down to a four

Six feet with a pair of blue eyes

Brings me back up to a five

Greater than less than equal to

We're making this way to mathematical

The value of personality seems to be dead

All walkin' around with numbered halo's on our heads, well

Threes want fours and fours want fives

Eights think nines have much better lives

And it's a reasonable question to ask

I guess it's all how ya doing the math

And I can sit and I can lie to you

And say this somethin' that I don't do

But I'm another number crunchin' fool,

Who's calculators' way overused

Greater than less than equal to

You're making this way to mathematical

The value of personality seems to be dead

All walkin' around with numbered halo's on our heads

And I'm thinking

Just one time I wish I could have a nine

She'd be hot and she'd be mine just one time

But for every nine there's a two

Starting back at you,

Wishing you would do what you wanted the nine to

Heeey heeeeyyy

Noooo noooo

90% of the mental judicial system is based solely on superficial intuition

To me that seems a bit strange

Only talk to people who we think we might be kissin'

That's a lot of ideas to be dismissing

We leave it to humans to choose the criteria we can't change

It doesn't make sense, no doesn't make sense, doesn't make sense

For the numbers to be where we are concentrating

In my minor sense I condense in my minor sense

Asymetrical interactions

Simply evaporating I'm a five on a good day six

Got plenty of things need to fix

I need a formula or some sort of plan to try to focus on the soda not the can

Doo Oooohhhh