Ooh have you met the inventor of it?
Ooh have you met the inventor of it?

Have you met her?
She's Mary the inventor.
She's right out of her mind.
Hey! Where do you think you're going?

There's no way out of here, I've looked around, I've checked it twice.
Does she think she invented love?
(Bang) In an alchemy explosion.

Ooh have you met the inventor of it?
(Of my love, of my love.)
Ooh have you met the inventor of it?
(Of my love, of my love.)

If you cross her, cross Mary the Inventor.
She'll raise her hands to the sky,
(On fire),
Like a super human blow torch.

There's always that idea she may be mach or out of touch.
Well she's way ahead of her time,
Or maybe she just loves you?

Ooh have you met the inventor of it?
(Of my love, of my love.)
Ooh have you met the inventor of it?
(Of my love, of my love.)

This kind of love could only bring me to my knees.
Been there before, I know this well.
I've learned to fix it once it's broken, I believe,
There's much need to invent it unless you've learned to live without it.

They call her Mary!
(Ooh have you met the inventor of it?)
There's much need to invent it unless you've learned to live without it.
(Of my love, of my love)
Call her Mary!
(Ooh have you met the inventor of it?)
Of my love, of my love.

Writer : DESCHAMBAULT, PHIL / KOLEY, ASH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing