Well I don't know if I'm wrong
Cause she's only just gone

Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind

Loving is good if your dick's made of wood
And the dick left inside only half understood her
What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What makes the animal run, run away

What makes him stall, what makes him stand
And what shakes the elephant now
And what makes a man?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no...

Well closer to god is the one who's in love
And I walk away cause I can

Too many options may kill a man

Loving is fine if it's not in your mind
But I've fucked it up now, too many times

Loving is good if it's not understood

What makes him tick apart from him prick
And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No I don't know

Extractos de:“the professor”( Damien rice)