Lyrics: Bob Merrill
Music: Jule Styne
NICK: You are woman, I am man
You are smaller, so I can be taller than
You are softer to the touch
It's a feeling I like feeling very much
You are someone I've admired
Still, our friendship
Leaves something to be desired
Does it take more explanation than this?
You are woman, I am man
Let's kiss
FANNY: Isn't this the height of nonchalance
Furnishing a bed in restaurants?
Well, a bit of dinner never hurt
But guess who is gonna be dessert?
Do good girls do just what mama says
When mama's not around?
It's a feeling
Oy vеy, what a feeling
NICK: A bit of pâté?
FANNY: Ah! I drink it all day
Should I do the things he'll tell mе to?
In this pickle, what would Sadie do?
In my soul I feel an inner lack
Just suppose he wants his dinner back
BOTH: Does it take more explanation than this?
FANNY: Just some dried-out toast in a sliver
On the top
Oh, a little chopped liver!
Oh, this is fabulous
You wanna try a little? Here, have some
Take-Whoa
How many girls become a sinner
While waiting for a roast beef dinner?
Though most girls slip in ordinary ways
I got style, I do it bordelaise
Well, at least he thinks I'm special
He ordered à la carte
It's a feeling I like feeling very
I feel the feeling down to my toes
Now I feel that there's a fire here
Try that once a little higher, dear
What a beast to ruin such a pearl
Would a convent take a Jewish girl?
Does it take more explanation than this?
Ooh, the thrills and chills going through me
If I stop him now
Can he sue me?
NICK: You are woman
FANNY: You are man
BOTH: Let's-