文本歌词

Human beings fascinate me being just the way they are
Tell me little pony can you push a cart or drive a car
Lyre is my instrament
But humans strum their sweet guitars
Its a mystery
ANTHROPOLOGY
Fingers toes and tiny noses brownish hair and tannish skin
Would it be too much to ask to
See the world they're living in
Everybody tells me that its old and fake mythology
Its a mystery
ANTHROPOLOGY
Aren't you bored of brushing your coat
Styling your mane with your hooves
I don't mean to butt in or gloat
But ancient history prooves
Humans don't have wings or magic they don't need it they don't care
All they've got's imagination
New inventions everywhere
Babies children teens and elders all alike have clothes to wear
It's so real to me
ANTHROPOLOGY
Abert Einstein Cleopatra William Shakespear
Elton John Michal Phelps Barok Obama
Whos to say that They're all gone
Maybe humans like us too
And dress like us at Comic Con
It's so real to me
ANTHROPOLOGY
Yea they've had a couple of fights
Nobody's perfect you see
Still I say
I'm born with the rights to study whatever I please
I don't need to chorse around now
I can stand on two legs
I would trade my magic powers
For a pair of new legs
GRAB YOUR CAMERA COME ON ZOOM IN
'CAUSE YOUR FAVORITE MARE'
S A HUMAN
ME
AND that's WHO I'll BE
Anthropology
Shh'