One plus one, my love, is two. One plus one is me and you. But when you’re gone, it’s not the sum: Me times nothing is no one.
You sat in front of me in math, I started looking forward to class. I started doing homework, too, to have something to do with you.
One plus one, my love, is two. One plus one is me and you. But when you’re gone, it’s not the sum: Me times nothing is no one.
’Twas good that I was bad at math, I needed so much help with that. I got matched up with someone smart to school me and then school my heart.
One plus one, my love, is two. One plus one is me and you. But when you’re gone, it’s not the sum: Me times nothing is no one.