I can see you shine baby, in the mirror the curvy body (and on screen, CH Instrument).
The wholesome rear, I am in tear (Aww...F***king dimethylamine)
No, you are not an ugly duckling, but a delicate cell demanding careful handling (wait a minute...my solvent isn't dry?)
Though life came in different wave forms, I see you clear from the noise storms (well, the derivative is zero there)
Slow down from scanning the world, finally appears your true potential (stay on target, stay on target)
In my hand, silver, platinum, and gold, but your existence is more than fivefold (OMG! GOOD DATA! GOOD DATA!)
So come to me, reversible or not, I will show you a foxtrot (remember to do figure 8 on the polishing pad)
Worn and I see you sleep, until next time I take you by sweep (how many samples do I have left?)
-To the beloved potentiostat
