When I get to troubles with language
The fate of the whole world is what's at stake --
I look at the liberties I take and look past those words to what's your own --
And bring those words of your back home, because words are all I know
When this dialectic gets boring, I think about the words of the Mode E --
If I could choose the mood I'd like to be, I'd choose to be with you
Ooh-I know, it's really not a mode per se, ooh-but so?
I'd choose it anyway, and find a new mode with every name you name
So give me a name for your hair down and coffee in your Federal Hill cafe --
Just like you named the weekend of dolce days
And name my nervousness, ooh-won't you? And all my inadequacies -- name them too
And just like this tape machine -- how I snaked you!
And how the Farinas say, "I sawel you" And your favorite dinner of glowing tofu
And how I'm at least 4 names ooh-to you
And how you touch all the lives you move through
And how language proves that it's YOU
Who's got a pretty face
You got a pretty face [x3]
Name it too. [x4]
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