Rebecca, My Match Made In Heaven Belarussian
Her Natural Beauty can heal any concussion
I swear she is descended from beauty queens of Prussian
I imagine her soft tambourine voice as a beautiful percussion
Rebecca, My Match Made In Heaven Belarussian
The faint but serene sound of her voice
Her beautiful sounds belong in a choir
It savages a wild animal to be merry and rejoice
Her tone will satisfy any man's desire
Her long slender legs, I am so fond
Her corn silken hair, nice and long blond
Have the guts to ask her out, I feel too nervous
How can I please this Princess; always be at her service
I procrastinate and waste lots of time
Is looking for happiness really a crime
I better ask her soon when I am young and in my prime
Or else I will live in regret and misery for a lifetime
It takes a man such bravery to ask a girl to dinnertime
Why do women make it sound like we did a crime
Rebecca, My Match Made In Heavenly Belarussian
I beg of you to please do not play me like a piano; a percussion
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