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Written November 2004.   Are bunsen burners coy?  I didn't think so.  Nate Shelkey says the parenthetical title is (Two MIT Students Dating)

"She's like the Doppler Effect," he said,

"when she come near me she sounds so high.

But when she walks away from me,

she somehow sounds so low."

 

And there's another siren proving his point.

 

She's low-talking, boy.

(low talking, boy)

No talking, boy.

 

They quizzed each other on almanac feats.

She guessed the population of Albuquerque.

Use those facts so they don't gotta face them.

He gets up, yawns, asks "you thirsty?"

 

She says, "Science can't be coy."

 

She's low-talking, boy.

(no talking boy)

Low talking boy.

 

So there's this elephant in the room,

that will not move back to the zoo.

 

She compared him to a cell-membrane:

hard to get out, hard to get in.

He says, "it's easier that way, though.

And it somehow seems more apres pos."

He comes round the bend,

don't realize it til he starts talking,

 

He's a low talking boy.

Low talking, low talking.

Low talking boy