Utopia - Love With A Thinker

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