We know that we could sell your magazines
If only you would give your life to literature just
Don't read Jane Eyre!
Work on your algebra
And stand out in the rain
And give yourself to simple pleasures but
Never play card games!
Meanwhile, back at home
Not in communist Russia
Well only on my headphones
We plot our march onto the town hall
And if we'd take prisoners
Or simply simper at those fools

Please don't tell me to do the math
Please don't tell me to do the math

Tonight we're gonna smash this place up
And then we're gonna deck it out with fairy lights till
We are content!
And then we'll maybe drown in Dewey decimals
But leave our shoes off at the door 'cause
That was the point!
Of us at home with the moon
Pouring through the curtains
Working on our attitude
Towards the second hand book shop employees
Reading the inscriptions
That were never meant for their eyes

Please don't tell me to do the math
Please don't tell me to do the math

Please don't tell me to do the math
Please don't tell me to do the math

I'm stitching up each one of your pockets
So when we are together you'll maybe look a little less bored
I'm sticking your fingers into sockets
To kick-start your little heart and maybe sleep a tiny bit more
Oh maybe we should read more into the books that we adore
Perhaps we should drink less vitamin c
And now I'm shouting out in capital letters
"I will throw you high fives if you keep your own secrets!!"

Writer : GARETH PAISEY, TOM BROMLEY, OLIVER BRIGGS, ALEKSANDRA BERDITCHEVSKAIA, HARRIET COLEMAN, ELLEN WADDELL, NEIL ASHLEY TURNER
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group