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!
