"I know, all artists are scientists"
I had been dreaming that your name was Jeanie
Late in the evening, in the Garden of Eden, we would meet
And I'd realize in the morning light, too late
That I'm much worse off that I was last night
Open your eyes
To a place where you can make up your mind
I didn't notice you were in line next to me
And how many more days or weeks will it take
Before the robots think or learn to love?
Just the way you ladies have been dreaming of
When will all the pushes start to turn to shoves?
They should've known
Shoulda coulda woulda stayed at home
They shoulda played it to a metronome
Or a beat