Mal Webb - Pi lyrics

3am upon a mattress sees the hands approach a figure so significant Converging on a curve But she's not your standard deviant 'cos our bizarre love polygon has morphed into The fractal shape of lurve As we share in a dim sim, a tree will shade our flirty lip tickle I trip on the square root of minus one Though pi's not so oblique a thing, with a pencil, pin and piece of string That old familiar ring can soon be wrung Just measure your way around the circumference of any circle Then divide it by its diameter and thence, find it lurking In the work you would do defining it's true sense of infinity

Your digits touch the sky with pi..... A fraction of her is not the answer, like a statue's not a dancer She's a whirling dervish dining on red cordial and twisties You may insist she's difficult, but don't dither as you slither down that river to forever To quiver in the endless Rumba, sleeping ceaseless slumber 'Cos it's then she has your number I think people who like pi are cute Their lives are full, they have a ball So people who hate pi are square and flat As a tan gent who co-signs obtusely into s** at random The right angles formulaic lines attract