Science Songtext
von James the Seventh

You are my friend
And we make out too
My theory is, it′s gotta be pheromones

And it's working well
And he works like hell
Makes me take his shirt off for a smell
I could blame it on romance but it′s definitely
Something else

It's not my fault
And it's not the perfume
Or the cologne
Like oxygen and volcanoes
Toxins and boxes that you′re checking off
Baby, it′s science
Science!


This isn't school but I figured it out
With methods and a whole lot of doubt
I studied your body
Show and tell
Experimental shouts

And it′s working well
And he works like hell
Makes me take his shirt off for a smell
I could blame it on romance but it's definitely
Something else

It′s not my fault
And it's not the perfume
Or the cologne
Like oxygen and volcanoes
Toxins and boxes that you′re checking off
Baby, it's science
Science!