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