Frank Marzano: Music
She Does Math
(Frank Marzano)
Let me tell a story sad but true
of a boy and girl whose love was new.
Rosy colored glances gently grew
but turned into
a midnight blue.
She could add, subtract, and multiply,
do complex arithmetic in i,
calculate the decimal of .
But who knows why
she said goodbye?
Our love was circular at best,
a mass that never came to rest.
As x increased,
y stayed the same.
But if the proof could not be done,
the argument would not be won.
The answer's wrong,
but who's to blame?
Algebra for her was just a chore.
Linear equations were a bore.
Calculus and trig were nothing more
than windows for
an open door.
(instrumental of verse)
Her beauty knew no upper bound.
No imperfections could be found.
When she was near,
I felt complete.
A golden ratio of hearts
was doomed to failure from the start.
Skew lines as ours
could never meet.
By this time, the story has been told.
Feelings once intense have long grown cold.
No more passion like the days of old.
We lost our hold
on dreams of gold.
The tale's been told…
Our love's grown cold…