I stumbled into you via modern technology,
Shot out of an atom smasher with endless chances
To spark some debate on space and all that lies between the moon and your window.
I like to believe in the odds of random probability,
Taking extraordinary circumstance and crafting it into friendship,
A testament to innovation, modern socialization,
And classically, it's boy meets girl once again, and she's sitting on a fortune of intellect.
Thinking for yourself has unlimited sex appeal behind it, and you're glowing with charisma.
You're my drug, my very own antidepressant.
I thank every God for the atom smasher that made it possible to collide with you.