Two New Partners (to the tune of "Two Little Girls" by Ani Difranco)

You were fresh out of school at Quantico, 
I had some years working on The Files under my belt. 
We met in a dream, you were kinda green. 
I remember where you were standing. 
I remember how it felt. 
A new, sceptic agent coming through my office door.
This painful Man breaks protocol, 
this painful Man breaks laws. 
Two new partners, just a little less alone. 
This sceptic girl cries stop, 
think all the way through. 
I was always half crazy, 
And just look at me, baby. 
I make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme.
I'm like a piano dropped out a four story window, 
and you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. 
I don't like your science. 
Yeah, I don't like that. 
Always seen one of your theories do me so much harm. 
I was here first,  and you know I would prefer if you didn't 
force your opinions onto my work.  
Here comes little painful me riding up to the U. F. O.  to find 
little sceptic you stuck in an icy pod. 
And I guess I'll just stand here with my back against the world 
while you prevent my whole job from becoming lost. 
And you bring me your theories so I can scoff and jeer at the display. 
Maybe I'm supposed to make one of my dirty jokes that makes everything ok. 
Maybe I'm supposed to be the dumb agent who lies down and follows the rules, 
or maybe I'm supposed to be the silent partner who thinks he understands. 
Here comes little painful me.

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