when we were just high schoolers back in our seventh year
took a chemistry class, we learned fast with mrs pearson
she wore spectacles, and curls in her hair

she walked with a flair you′ll never find
she said to me, "page 143
today, we're learnin′ 'bout the mind"

she said that love and attraction
are just chemical reactions in the brain
we're like our lovers-to-be with symmetry
just perfectly written on our face

"oh mrs pearson, i′m asymmetrical
am i still beautiful?"

when i told her that, she looked at me and laughed out loud
she said if you could fit that in an essay, she′d be quite
you know i only have one dimple even in one cheek

and when i speak, it's all out of line
my right hand′s strong but oh, my left's so weak
and don′t get me started on my spine

she said that love and attraction
are just chemical reactions in the brain
apparently we're meant to be exactly the same on either side

oh mrs pearson, i′m asymmetrical
am i still beautiful?
am i a pretty girl?
am i still loveable?