[Intro: Smooth Male Vocal - relaxed, conversational] Yeah... you never know what you're gonna hear when you're just minding your own business. Got my coffee... or, wait. Let me get the pronunciation right. [Verse 1] I was sitting in the corner, just sipping my brew, When I caught the craziest conversation between these two. He had his Oxford Dictionary and a furrowed brow, She had that confident swagger, wouldn’t back down no how. He told her she was fumbling, her language was askew, She just smiled and said, "Eenglish is funner when I’m talking to you." He said, "It's supposedly." She said, "Supposably!" And I just leaned back in my chair... this is the place to be. [Chorus] It was a battle of the syllables, a syntax war, The Professor and the Rebel keeping perfect score. He was fighting for the grammar, trying to take the lead, She was fighting for the flavor, planting wilder seeds. I just sat back and watched the sparks start to fly, Between a "supposably" low and a "very unique" high. [Verse 2] I heard him say "espresso," she fired back "expresso," Claiming either way the coffee’s gonna make her de-stress-o. He tried to school her on the Latin and the roots of the words, She said a driveway for parking is completely absurd. Then the beat dropped down to an ATM machine, And a PIN number debate like I had never seen. He was wincing at the redundancy, clutching his chest, While she was "linguistically generous," passing every test. [Chorus] It was a battle of the syllables, a syntax war, The Professor and the Rebel keeping perfect score. He was fighting for the grammar, trying to take the lead, She was fighting for the flavor, planting wilder seeds. I just sat back and watched the sparks start to fly, Between a "supposably" low and a "very unique" high. [Bridge: Tempo slows, a bit more intimate and observant] But beneath the etymology and all of the fuss, I could see it wasn’t really about the dictionary. It was a tango, a dance, a push and a pull, With two left feet, but the chemistry was full. He corrected her syntax, she ruffled his pride, But neither one of them was ever leaving the other's side. [Verse 3: Tempo picks back up] She brought up silent K's and French words stolen from a vault, He blamed the printing press and said it wasn't his fault. For all "intensive purposes," she laid down the law, And for all "intents and purposes," I’m calling it a draw. [Outro: Fading out] So I packed up my bags and I headed for the door, Leaving them to argue what "irregardless" is for. They’ll be debating "moot point" till the end of the night, And honestly? I think they're both exactly right. Yeah, the Professor and Gracie, putting on a show... Best linguistic romance that I'll ever know. (Just don't ask them how to pronounce GIF...) [Song ends]
