Baby

Harold: You might think I know it all
And maybe I’m headin’ for a fall
I’m just that braniac guy
Left alone to sit and cry:
Honey
I have some questions for you first
Girl
Take some time to school me
Quench my thirst for knowledge
‘cause, Gosh
I just gotta know
How’d you get so hot?
Trent and Justin: Baby
Harold: You’re so smokin’ hot
Trent and Justin: Baby
Harold: My physics know how
ain’t gotta hope
I’m explaining why your butt’s so dope
You bend my space time continuum
Then you shake what your mama gave you-em
I don’t even hardly know my name.
‘cause when you walk in the room
Nobody lookin’ the same.
Trent: Baby!
Justin: Baby!
Harold: Baby! (beat boxes)
Geoff: You think we might need to get some security out here?

Blainley: Marry me Justin!

Harold: All right.
I demand a scientific investigation
Of whether you’re even from the human nation
I swear you’re changing my molecular structure
With all your sexy ions
You make my heart rupture!