Lletres: Briefs (The). Other. (I Think) My Baby Is A Communist.

Tell me something I don't know
my girl is thinking when she's talking to me
I met her in the social sciences section
of the public library
I never wanted to know better
I'm having intellectual debates
I never should have answered that
now it's way too late
it's way too late

She's a pain in my ass
She's an atheist
She's an existentialist
I think my baby is a communist

I was hanging around on the socialite scene
The proletariat vision baby isn't what it seems
She's got Marxist, yeah, she's got Marxist eyes
She's got such a revolution that refuses the Capitalist lie
and I know why
I know why

She's a pain in my ass
She's an atheist
She's an existentialist
I think my baby is a communist

Sometimes I think, sometimes I think
I never ever wanna call her on the telephone
I got my own private view of the world
That she don't ever want to leave alone
She got a real third world plan with subversive ideology
I can't stand a rebel all alone
She says come out baby,
it's time to date me

She's a pain in my ass
She's an atheist
She's an existentialist
She's a limp wrist
A vegetarian
She's got a heavy chest
You should see her bench-press!
I think my baby is a communist