You are woman, I am manYou are smaller, so I can be taller thanYou are softer to the touchIt's a feeling I like feeling very muchYou are someone I've admiredStill our friendship leaves something to be desiredDoes it take more explanation?Than thisYou are woman, I am manLet's kissIsn't this the height of nonchalance?Furnishing a bed in restaurantsWell, a bit of dinner never hurtBut guess who is gonna be dessert?Do good girls do just what mama saysWhen mama's not aroundIt's a feeling, hey, what a feelingA bit of pateI drink it all dayShould I do the things he'll tell me toIn this pickle, what would Nellie do?In my soul, I feel an inner lackJust suppose he wants his dinner backDoes it take more explanation than this?Just some dried-out toast in a sliverOn the top, a little chopped liverYou are woman, I am manMany girls become a sin while waiting for a roast beef dinnerThough most girls slip in ordinary waysI got style, I do it bordelaiseWell, at least he thinks I'm specialHe ordered a la carteIt's a feeling I likeFeeling very, I feel the feeling down to my toesNow I feel that there's a fire hereTry that once a little higher, dearWhat a beast to ruin such a pearlWhat a convent, take a Jewish girlDoes it take more explanation than this?Ooh, the thrill's and chill's going through meIf I stop him now, can he sue me?You are womanYou are manLet's kissLet's kiss