No journal would publish a hypothesis as silly as this:   I've fallen for you   They wire me with tubes   They place me in front of you   They try to prove that love is a reaction      (Hey) What are those scientists up to?   What are they out to prove? (x2)      They run every test, but still scratch their heads   Can you really call this progress?    You should unplug the cord   Your blank clipboard    Shows the score of how it's bigger than us      (Hey) What are those scientists up to?   What are they out to prove? (x2)      The mystery is the proof (x4)      There isn't a big enough net    To intercept the orbit of love      (Hey) What are those scientists up to?   What are they out to prove? (x2)      Whoa, whoa, whoa      What are those scientists up to? (x2)