I'm afraid,
I'll always be that lonely root three.
Three itself is such a wonderful number,
this three of mine,
why am I hiding under that ugly root sign.
How I wish I was a nine,
because a nine only needs a little tiny bit of arithmetic,
to get rid of this cruel doom.
I know I'll have a hard time seeing my sun again,
just like this endless,
1.7321............
I don't want my life to be so pathetic.
Knowing that day,
I saw,
another root three.
So beautiful and flawless,
Coming in a dance,
We multiplied each other,
Getting that coveted number,
Complete as an integer.
We smash the chains of fate,
and gently dance the wand of love.
Our square root, unraveled.
My love, reborn.
I can't promise I can give you a fairytale world,
nor can I promise I can grow up overnight.
But I promise,
you can live like a princess forever in freedom, and happiness.
A three is all that's good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square-root sign?
I wish instead I I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun
As one point
As one point seven three two one
Such is my reality
A sad irrationality When, hark, just what is this I see?
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued And love for me has been renewed