I feel so fortunate to have your number
It's like O2 in my lungs
It's such a nice, round lovely number
I love to roll it off my tongue
Such a sensual kabalah
A numerological lambada (the forbidden dance)
Each digit has a name. it has a face
It has a meaning all it's own
When i call your number out, it stirs my soul
Your number speaks to me in tone
Your secret number has a music all it's own
It's like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone
Can't do the rhumba
But i've got god's home number
One wretched wednesday at 3: am
As i sat staring at my screen
A twitchy rhythm possessed my fingers
And i was typing out a stream
Such a sensual kabalah
A numerological lambada
Each lovely number, like a psalm
Written on an ancient scroll
It rings so nicely around my brain
It's symbols tattooed on my soul
Your secret number has a rhythm all it's own
It's like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone
Can't do the rhumba
But i've got god's home number