The Pearl Fishers: Act I, Au fond du temple saint - Жорж Бизе, Jussi Björling, Robert Merrill

Am I the only one who thinks a bit of soul is nice?

Some women suck it from you like the poltergeist

Cause I can tell the time of day without a diamond on my wrist,

I give a about your rolly’s price

I like em bold, and I’ll roll the dice

Cause I been crushing on all these crunchy granola types

I’m over being over it and women on a mission got my heart melting like polar

ice

I might

Be looking for a little bit of Bay

A little San Francisco in these women in LA

Ashe

Nothing I can say

And if you’re being fake

You should be walking away

I don’t play babe

Don’t give a damn how low your earings hang

Your favorite brand, I don’t needa hear it, dang

Cause Everybody’s born nekked and maybe later I’ll be licking on your Gucci

And you, rubbing my Vera Wang

Sooner or later you’ll figure out it’s a hard world

You could get stronger doing arm curls

But this is a stickup and I’m coming saying break yourself, better gimme that

heart girl

Just put it in the bag

And if I give it back

Don’t put it in the trash

Cause I been looking for a partner with a passion saying

Don’t recycle

Don’t recycle me

But in this economy

I don’t really think it’s cute for you to flaunt your property

What about some modesty?

That’d be a shock to me

Cause the only time you walk on the block is on a shopping spree

Mother-eff that song and dance

Baby girl there’s not a chance

Not unless you wanna grab a coffee in pajama pants

We’ll be looking like we just rolled out of bed together

All we really need is you and me