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)