Smart Girls (A Lyrical Commentary)

A CLEAN rewrite of the lyrics to "Blurred Lines." I call it "Smart Girls"

(No moral high ground here, this is just what happens when I am bored.)

"Smart Girls"

(Everybody book up)
(Everybody book up)
(A, A, A)
(A, A, A)
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I just can’t believe, what that guy just said
He should feel lucky, to be alive not dead
Maybe I'm going deaf

(A, A, A)
Maybe I'm going blind

(A, A, A)
Maybe I'm out of my mind

(Everybody book up)

OK now he was gross, tried to objectify you
But you're intelligent,

Lady, it's in your nature
Don’t let his song get to you
(A, A, A)
No need to be a hater
(A, A, A)
That man is not your maker

And that's why I tell you you’re a smart girl
Your mind I love it
There’s so much in it
Your mind I want it
You're a smart girl
You’re way smarter than me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting bested

I hate those sick guys

They think they've got it
They think you want it
But they don’t know it
That you're too smart girl
The way you study
Must wanna get a degree
Go ahead, and best me

(Everybody book up)

What do they make curves for,
When you got them test scores?
I already know that
You the smartest brain in this place!
I feel so lucky
(A, A, A)
You wanna tutor me?
(A, A, A)
Your brain is sexy!
(A, A, A)

OK now he was gross, tried to objectify you
But you're intelligent,

Lady, it's in your nature
Don’t let his song get to you
(A, A, A)
No need to be a hater
(A, A, A)
That man is not your maker
(A, A, A)

And that's why I'm lookin’ for a smart girl
I know you are it
In spades you got it
Jealous I’m of it
You're a smart girl
Can't let you get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting bested
(Everybody book up)

I hate those sick guys

They think they've got it
They think you want it
But they don’t know it
That you're too smart girl
The way you study
Must wanna get a degree
Go ahead, and best me

One thing I ask of you
Let me be the one you to walk to class with you
From Chemistry, to Math class (ew!)
Yeah, I’m gonna be late, but I had to
So hit me up when you passing through
I'll carry your books if you ask me to
Study on, and when your book’s open
I’ll try my best not stare at you
In a hundred years not dare, would I
Let you study Calculus with another guy
Nothing like your last guy, he too dumb for you
He don't read no books and test prep with you
So I just watch and wait for you to compute
And calculate
Not many men can refuse your thinkin’
I'm a nice guy, so please just hear me

Stretch your brain, get smart, get smart
Study ‘til it hurt, ‘til it hurt
I’ll just watch you work

Here’s a not to read; I wrote this when I missed ya,
It says I love you and I would like to date ya. (uh-huh)
No more pretending
(A,A,A)
Cause now you winning
(A,A,A)
Here's our beginning
(A,A,A)

I always wanted a smart girl
I know you are it
In spades you got it
Jealous I’m of it
You're a smart girl
Can't let you get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting bested

I hate those sick guys
(Everybody book up)

They think they've got it
They think you want it
But they don’t know it
That you're too smart girl
The way you study
Must wanna get a degree
Go ahead, and best me

(Everybody book up)
(Everybody book up)

(A, A, A)
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