smart boys terrify me
i'm afraid of sounding stupid
sad the i can better relate
to empty headed fools
but when the smart boy talks
he makes my forehead wrinkle
while i try to figure out
what he sees in me
his lovely words are wasted
on my ignorant ears
the poor smart boy thinks he can teach me
thinks he can relate
to an empty headed fool
honey there's nothing underneath the surface
what you see is what you get
so go find a girl who
after 1 and a half years
of the same math class
knows what the sqaure root
of seven is