A Call From The Vatican Lyrics - Nine

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