You are woman,
I am man,
You are smaller,
so I can be taller than
You are softer to the touch,
It's a feeling
I like feeling very much
You are someone
I've admired,
Still, our friendship
Leaves something to be desired.
Does it take
more explanation than this?
You are woman, I am man
Let's kiss.
Isn't this the height
of nonchalance,
Furnishing a bed
in restaurants?
Well, a bit of dinner
never hurt,
But guess who is
gonna be dessert?
Do good girls
do just what mama says,
When mama's not around?
It's a feeling,
Oy vey, what a feeling.
A bit of paté
I drink it all day.
Should I do the things
he'll tell me to?
In this pickle
what would Nellie do?
In my soul
I feel an inner lack,
Just suppose he wants
his dinner back?
Does it take
more explanation than this?
Just some dried-out
toast in a sliver,
On the top
a little chopped liver.
How many girls
become a sinner
While waiting for
a roast beef dinner?
Though. . .
. . .most girls
slip in ordinary ways
I got style
I do it bordelaise.
Well, at least
he thinks I'm special
He ordered a la carte.
It's a feeling
I like feeling very
I feel the feeling
down to my toes.
Now I feel that
there's a fire here,
Try that once
a little higher, dear
What a beast
to ruin such a pearl,
Would a convent
take a Jewish girl?
Does it take more
explanation than this?
Ooo, the thrills and chills
goin' through me,
If I stop him now,
Can he sue me?
You are woman
You are man
Let's kiss!