When I get to troubles with language,nthe fate of the whole world is what's at stake --nI look at the liberties I take, and look past those words to what's your own --nand bring those words of your back home, because words are all I know.nnWhen this dialectic gets boring, I think about the words of the Mode E --nif I could choose the mode I'd like to be, I'd choose to be with you.nOoh-I know, it's really not a mode per se, ooh-but so?nI'd choose it anyway, and find a new mode with every name you name.nnSo give me a name for your hair down and coffee in your Federal Hill cafe --njust like you named the weekend of dolce days.nAnd name my nervousness, ooh-won't you? And all my inadequacies -- name them too.nAnd just like this tape machine -- how I snaked you!nAnd how the Farinas say, I sawel you And your favorite dinner of glowing tofu.nAnd how I'm at least 4 names ooh-to you.nAnd how you touch all the lives you move through.nAnd how language proves that it's YOU nwho's got a sexy mouth.nYou got a sexy mouth (x3)nName it too. (x4)nn[To hear this message again, press 1]