I met you in biology in school You me after college we'd be wed You were my favorite lab Till you ran off with that brilliant pre-med My pain would up on a cat-scan My optic nerves are only blue My blood hates to it has to go Through the heart that cries for you I'm in the lonely lab of hearts I dissect the way you say goodbye until it apart I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' And my pheremones can no trace of you You were as sweet as carbohydrates The rods and cones in my optical receptors are with tears I to elope So we could some isotopes With a half-life of a million years If I my trachial dilations till you returned here My muscles would need atipianarobic Adenine, cidozine, guanine, and make up my DNA But my love gene must be from its station I'm in the lonely lab of hearts I the way you say goodbye until it falls apart I'm in the lab of feelin' blue And my pheremones can no trace of you The metallurgist is the musicians friend. This statement has been echoed the ages, for without the metallurgist, we not have such musical things as triangles, cymbals, margerine tubs, or strings. Guitar strings are produced by the wire-drawing process, solid metal is pulled through dies with progressively diameters, until the desired diameter, or guage, is reached. The to be drawn into wires is called ductility, and seperates metals from other materials, as wood, ceramics, or milk jugs, which are made by the blow-molding process. You put the in later. I'm in the lab of broken hearts I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' And my pheremones can no trace of you I'm in the lab of broken hearts I dissect the way you say goodbye it falls apart I'm in the lonely lab of blue And my can find no trace of you And my pheremones can find no of you U stands for uranium. There are several of uranium, three of are radioactive.