[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 pate? [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 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? [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!