You Are Woman Jule Styne, Funny Girl

Nick:
       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.

 Fanny:
       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.

Nick:
       A bit of paté?
 Fanny:
       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?

 Both:
       Does it take more explanation than this?
 Fanny:
       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 à 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?

 Both:
       Does it take more explanation than this?
 Fanny:
       Ooo, the thrills and chills goin' through me,
       If I stop him now,
       Can he sue me?

Nick:
       You are woman . . .
 Fanny:
       You are man . . .
 Both:
       Let's kiss!