Intellectual

I met you on the steps of New York Public Library
I was flipping through a Cosmo you were sipping a Chablis
On out first date you took me to a talk on Socrates
Never noticing I looked right out the window at the trees
You labored to explain the finer details in my ear
Never smiling until finally I said “Let’s get out of here!”
And I took you to my favorite bar and I bought you a beer
Not once did you suggest that maybe I had a career
I took you to the park so you could look up at the sky
You said it’s far too cloudy for my condescending eye
I sighed and tried a arcade and last you did seem pleased
To inform me of the logic of Ms. Pacman strategies
You labored to explain the finer details in my ear
Never smiling until finally I said “Let’s get out of here!”
And I took you to my favorite bar and I bought you a beer
Still not once did you suggest that maybe I had a career
You’re such an intellectual
You think you’re so conceptual
Quoting Freud and Proust and Nietzsche
While I’m trying hard to reach you
With my energy to make you see the sides of me that
Aren’t about Philosophy
Kierkegaard!
[spoken interlude]
You know, it would be one thing if you weren't good-looking. Cause I don't think I could sit through this. Your mouth is moving. I really can't remember a damn word you said! Here's a hint pal: keep your philosophy of the classroom. I don't want to hear about Kierkegaard while I'm eating Korean.
And I sure as hell don't care about Descartes while I'm tryna watch the game. All I care... is about Amanda Monaco rocking the hell out!
Ahh, You’re so Ivy League
Ahh, Flaunting your degree
Ahh, Well you can take that right to therapy
Cause I can't take it anymore!
Wittgenstein!
I see that piece of paper hanging up there on the wall
I gotta say your MBA ain’t thrilling me at all
I’ve got some papers too and I hope someday soon you’ll see
My triple doctorate or better yet my life of poetry
I’ll labor to explain the finer details in your ear
Watch me smile as I finally tell you “I’m so outta here!”
And then I’ll hit my favorite bar and buy myself a beer
And tomorrow at my office we’ll all laugh at your career
Of posing as professional
And thinking you’re contextual
Quoting Freud and Proust and Nietzsche
While I’m trying hard to reach you
With my energy to make you see the sides of me that
Aren’t about Philosophy
You’re such an intellectual
You think you’re so conceptual
Quoting Freud and Proust and Nietzsche
Well my friend I'm here to teach you
About energy, poetry, and sides of me that
Aren’t about Philosophy