You say to me the words I want to hear
You echo what I say above and beyond
You bulk it up to notes that engineer
Or boil it down to points that correspond
You fit on me the mode of which Im fond
You mirror what I do at heavens hurled
You work it down to depths of demimonde
Or winch it up to links of underworld
I like to heap your hair if waved if curled
I like to lightly stroke your solid hips
I like to pitch your parasol if furled
I like to paint a pink along your lips
True were alike I weigh you little less
Youre bubbly fun apart you effervesce
Chorus less reduced skimpier
