Shabop Shalom

My sweet Telavivian lambs bread, my heart can act as an emollient and you’ll
never, ever say, «Get Bent!"Noooo, no, no!
Todamamatodamama
todamamatodamama da da da da
All the signals that I’m sendin I’ll keep sending them and on the
constanttillionth time, I’ll make you mine (Yes, I swear I will…)
Your sweet supple breasts are golden ghettos, soft statues in stilettos.
Two wise men instead of three.
Whenever I’m in a foul mood, I gotta see you in your Talmud and so happy it
makes me, you wanna know who, who wrote the Book of Job? She wants to know, «Who, who wrote the Dead Sea Scrolls?
Well I did, I did. Yes.
Yes, I did, I did.
I did, I did. Mmmhmm.
I did, I did.
Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia can a fun ordeal. I swear by Solomon’s seal.
Honey, when it comes to love, there’s a fire in the deep end of my heart,
givin' me the Heebie-Jeebies. Ya see, I know the land of wood and waters,
merely fodder for loves slaughter. And darling, I’ve watched you cake-walk to
the Immaculate Conception for far too long.
I’m Livicated to you, yes.
Ahava Raba
Ahava Raba for you
We’re in Heaven
We’re in Heaven, it’s true.
I’m ascending…
I’m ascending tonight with you