Nine - A Call From The Vatican lyrics

Guido, pronto Signore Contini, telephone Go ahead Guido, I was lazing around my bedroom When an idea occurred to me I thought you might be Wondering about Guido Who's not wearing any clothes? I'm not, my darling Who's afraid to kiss your toes? I'm not Your mama, dear, is blowing into your ear So you'll get her loud and clear I need you to squeeze me here And here and here Is something wrong? Um, I'm not sure, it's about my film It's from the Vatican Go head, mon Signore Coochie, coochie, coochie coo I've got a plan for what I'm gonna do to you So hot, you're gonna steam and scream And vibrate like a string I'm plucking Kiss your fevered little brow, Pinch your cheeks till you say, "Ow" And I can hardly wait to show you how Guido who won't care if you come to me tired and over-worked? I won't, bambino Who knows a therapy to beat what you can get from me? I don't But this will have to be enough for now Guido, ciao I love you, Guido