A F#m Bm7 E


[Verse 1]
A     F#m7
Hello my love
Bm7
I've been away so long
       E                      A
Let me pour you some champagne
           F#m7
Roses plus lingerie
           Bm7                        E                 F#m
Equals the unit I use to measure your ultimate pleasure


[Pre-Chorus]
                            E
So lay back, close your eyes
                 Bm7
And relax while I

Pull out my calculator
    F
And give you what you like


[Chorus]
  E        A
I wanna do math with you
                     C#m7
And if my number two pencil ain't wrong
       D
You've multiplied my length by width
        Dm                  E
And our division's been too long
                A
I wanna do math with you
              C#m
Finally we're here alone
  D
I just can't wait to calculate
    Fm                E
And solve for your un-knowns


[Instrumental]
A  A


[Verse 2]
       A            F#m7
If our love was two trains
           Bm7
Travelling opposite directions

At thirty miles an hour
      E                       A
Baby, we'd still feel the same
             F#m7
I guess it must be fate
         Bm7
Your pro-tractor skills are bliss
                  E              F#m7
And give my sweet ellipse a kiss


[Pre-Chorus]
                  E
Between me and you
                          Bm7
We've got nothin' to prove
                                  F
Except a shitload of theorems and data to review


[Chorus]
           A
I wanna do math with you
               C#m7
Your curvature turns me on
D
Baby, make me show my work
         Dm                 E
And I'll fill out your scan-tron
           A7
I wanna do math with you
              C#m
Your sensuali-ty and trust
D7
Calcul-me and calcul-you
      Fm                E
Girl, that makes calcul-us


[Instrumental]
A C#m D      Dm E
A C#m D      Dm E


[Spoken word]
C                                         A
You know, they said it would never work between us

We're from completely different worlds
C
Me, an applied mathematician
    D    A                                                        C           D
And you, a theoretical physicist with a masters degree in applied mathematics
                                           A7                                                         C
But I've been crunching the numbers of our romance and it seems we uniform the convergent of the same limit
                 D
of real infinite love
N.C.
Also you fuck good


[Chorus]
           B7
I wanna do math with you
          Dm7
Integrate nice and slow
      E7
Let's bust out all your graph paper
    Gm            F#
And let the magic flow
           B7
I wanna do math with you
                        D#m7
I'll love you 'till the end of pi
     E7         Gm    F#
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