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There's forty-four hundred thousand in this land, and I chose you
So we're not one in a million, dear, we're one in two point two
There are one point oh five strapping boys for every girl at birth
So I'm all the greater honoured that you're with me on this earth
I wait in hope most joyous till the day that we will wed,
Spend thirty thousand dollars, then retire to our bed
Where soon we'll hear the patter of four point two little feet
Then our happy three-and-fifty thousand dollar home's complete
Our love, it is no average thing
A mode of life so sweet
Our love is long, continuous
Too grand to be discreet
For love's a road together walked
On the median if you're wishin'
And love is never mean
When your love's a statistician
And every night I'll kiss you tenderly upon your cheek
Secure we'll all be clothed and fed on five-forty a week
We'll grow in love together, sharing all the joy and tears
And know we've got each other for forty-seven more years
Six Zero's my height
Seven Zero's my weight
I'll cash in my chips
At age Seventy-eight
But this thing that we share
Cannot be quantified
I love you so much
That it hurts me inside...
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Matt Westcott at Geek Pop,
released March 10, 2011
Lyrics by Matt Westcott and Stephen Wordsmith
Performed by Matt Westcott
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