| My sweet Telavivian lambs bread, my heart can act as an emollient and you’ll
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| never, ever say, «Get Bent!"Noooo, no, no!
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| Todamamatodamama
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| todamamatodamama da da da da
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| All the signals that I’m sendin I’ll keep sending them and on the
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| constanttillionth time, I’ll make you mine (Yes, I swear I will…)
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| Your sweet supple breasts are golden ghettos, soft statues in stilettos.
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| Two wise men instead of three.
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| Whenever I’m in a foul mood, I gotta see you in your Talmud and so happy it
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| makes me, you wanna know who, who wrote the Book of Job? |
| She wants to know, «Who, who wrote the Dead Sea Scrolls?
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| Well I did, I did. |
| Yes.
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| Yes, I did, I did.
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| I did, I did. |
| Mmmhmm.
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| I did, I did.
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| Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia can a fun ordeal. |
| I swear by Solomon’s seal.
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| Honey, when it comes to love, there’s a fire in the deep end of my heart,
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| givin' me the Heebie-Jeebies. |
| Ya see, I know the land of wood and waters,
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| merely fodder for loves slaughter. |
| And darling, I’ve watched you cake-walk to
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| the Immaculate Conception for far too long.
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| I’m Livicated to you, yes.
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| Ahava Raba
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| Ahava Raba for you
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| We’re in Heaven
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| We’re in Heaven, it’s true.
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| I’m ascending…
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| I’m ascending tonight with you |