If men came from Venus
And women came from Mars
Then I d be lunching with my boyfriends
While you girls talked about cigars.

But that s not how it happened;
Evolution took a different turn.
We may be creatures with some unique features
But we ve still got a lot to learn.

We ve made it nearly twenty centuries
A bunch of monkeys with PhD s.
Spun a web of communications
But it s all still a tangle to me.

I can t tell the spiders
From the dangling flies and moths.
I fell like some outsider
Who seems to have his wires all crossed.

Chorus:
I can t fax you my love.
I can t e-mail you my heart.
I can t see your face in cyberspace
I don t know where to start.
I m light years behind from the age the call stone.
I m a carbon based caveman honeyjust flesh and bone.

I ain t no cloneI m just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you.
I ain t no cloneI m just flesh and bone
Tryin to get the message through.

Now we live in the age computers.
They run everything in the world.
And I m a little behind on this technical climb
And your are an Internet girl.

I ve got words but no processor.
I ve got feelings but I don t know DOS.
So I just have to go back to basics
And try to get my point across.

Desperate for a glimpse of the future.
We use crystals and cards and dice.
And that Y2K is coming our way.
They re talkin bout some worldly strife.

It s time to think of simpler options.
It s time to formulate a big plan B
So if your hard drive does crash
I got some Krugerands stashed.
Come on and sail away with me.

Chorus

I ain t no cloneI m just flesh and bone.
Just trying to connect with you.
I ain t no cloneI m just flesh and bone.
Let s run away to Timbuktu

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