Itch In My Brain / Love With A Thinker

You got to stop, it's much too deep for me
I was mistaken, yes I don't understand
And my decision, if I choose not to choose
There's nobody on this line but me

I got a free will that I ain't even used yet
I got a free will and I ain't gonna use it
'til I know what I'm doing

There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
And I can't stop thinking 'til I scratch it

I'm still dancing, I'm just a change machine
Don't have to tell me I'm only waving my arms
But there's so much smoke and so little fire
And there's nobody on this line but me

I got a free will and it's making me crazy
I got a free will and I ain't gonna use it
'til I know what I'm doing

There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
And I can't stop thinking 'til I scratch it

I got a free will and I'm dying to keep it
I got a free will and I ain't gonna use it
'til I know what I'm doing

There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
There's an itch in my brain (and I can't get at it)
And I can't stop thinking 'til I scratch it

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