Intelligent Design

you're so fit, you're so fine
you almost make me believe in intelligent design
at times you push me to the edge, but even that
almost makes me believe the earth is flat

and i'd be glad; take me back to the ming, to the mayan
screw you school and screw you science

from your brain to your behind
you almost make me believe in intelligent design
what i gave to ya mama and whatcha gave me
almost makes me believe one plus one just might make three

and we'd be free of the numbers, of the logic, of the letters
we'd be dumb, but we'd be dumb together

still the school door's locked, the chalkboard's black
too late to unlearn, it's too late to go back
so i guess we're stuck with what we know
that you came from monkeys and not from some van gogh
indeed, but need not cue the violins
gotta love indoor plumbing and modern medicine

and goodbye sin, a win-win; screw you salem, screw you sirens
god bless school, and god bless science

still, you're so damn divine
you almost make me believe in intelligent design

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