Oh, show us one plus one is two. It's show love fun, making love to you. And show us two plus two is four. Right after school we're gonna do it some more. Uh, uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Sitting in the classroom half past eight. You're making eyes at me, I can't concentrate. Teacher said I'm about to fail math again. But them ain't the kind of figures that I'm interested in. It's more like thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six. Built for something better than pick-up sticks. Got skin-tight sweaters that you can't overlook. And that's a plain old arithmetic when anybody's booking. Oh, show us one plus one is two. It's show love fun, making love to you. And show us two plus two is four. Right after school we're gonna do it some more. Uh, uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Peeking in the girls' gym during P.E. I showed up educated physically. Got the longest legs in the freshman class. Got a sexy little body, a cute little ass. Ain't no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Got the kind of numbers make the young boys wise. You add them all up and do the total amount. You know you got what it takes, child, to handle my account. Show us one plus one is two. It's show love fun, making love to you. And show us two plus two is four. Right after school we're gonna do it some more. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Naughty, naughty, shame on you. I'm gonna tell the teacher. Come on, baby, meet me down behind the boys' gym. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Show no mercy, I'm not a child. Uh, uh, uh, uh. I'm gonna be setting the study hall, man. Look over there across the aisle at you, boy. You got that look on your face like, hey, baby. What we gonna do at the study hall? I guarantee what I ain't gonna do. I ain't gonna go down to the boys' gym to play no basketball after the show. Ha, ha, ha, ha.