[from White Stripes' original]

Don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
My fingers definitely turning to black now
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
The longer words are really breaking my back now
Maybe I'll learn to understand
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand

Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

Listen master, can I ask you a question?
Is it the fingers, or the brain
That you're teaching the lesson?
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice