Текст песни:
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 instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitar
It's 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 it's old and fake mythology
It's 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 proves...
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
Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John,
Michael Phelps, Barack Obama...who's 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
Yeah, 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 horse 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
