I try to be nice and take care of my appearances   Keep outta trouble and trifle interferences   The bachelor of science I run my own company      Somebody call me, my number's unlisted   Some stories are straight and others come twisted   Women's intuition and young gals luck   Every girl I know has a crush on "rap...who?"   Boys may cheat, either that or they might leave her   All I wanna do is dance, I've got Saturday night fever   So let me rearrange my sock drawers alone behind locked doors   And have scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scores   But I'm not tryin to score points with   I'd rather read the Bible than use its pages to roll joints with   I get what I want but got no one to share it with   A feeling in my chest and nothin to compare it with   The bachelor of science, I run my own company      Show me your photographs and tell me a ghost story   As long as it doesn't involved your ex-boyfriend   Stars glow in the dark until the first sign of daylight   I like human contact but I don't like to play fight   The desperado knows just how at peace we are   In the bed naked watchin movies on the VCR   Color me see through and tickle my favorite inch   Turn the ringer off and thank God for David Lynch      "I wanna show girls that I love them"(6X)      I hope to goodness that I'll always be aware   And sure of myself