I try to be nice and take care of my appearances

Keep outta trouble and trifle interferences

The bachelor of science I run my own company
Somebody call me, my number's unlisted

Some stories are straight and others come twisted

Women's intuition and young gals luck

Every girl I know has a crush on "rap...who?"

Boys may cheat, either that or they might leave her

All I wanna do is dance, I've got Saturday night fever

So let me rearrange my sock drawers alone behind locked doors

And have scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scores

But I'm not tryin to score points with

I'd rather read the Bible than use its pages to roll joints with

I get what I want but got no one to share it with

A feeling in my chest and nothin to compare it with

The bachelor of science, I run my own company



Show me your photographs and tell me a ghost story

As long as it doesn't involved your ex-boyfriend

Stars glow in the dark until the first sign of daylight

I like human contact but I don't like to play fight

The desperado knows just how at peace we are

In the bed naked watchin movies on the VCR

Color me see through and tickle my favorite inch

Turn the ringer off and thank God for David Lynch



"I wanna show girls that I love them"(6X)



I hope to goodness that I'll always be aware

And sure of myself