There he is
He is the center
Of a great big wide circle
Whenever he moves left of center
My right brain starts to hurt
Cause people get married
And he digs a grave
And she starts getting pedicures
And really should someone contain all of you
Consume every inch of you
Is this union a patsy for something better
Something more obscure
Because there he is
He is my center
Of a great wide big circle
Whenever he moves right of center
My left brain starts to hurt