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 mode 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 sexy mouth.   You got a sexy mouth (x3)   Name it too. (x4)      [To hear this message again, press 1]