I feel so fortunate to have your number
It' s like O2 in my lungs
Such a nice, round, lovely number, I love to roll it off my tongue
Such a sensual Kabalah
A numerological lambada
Each digit has a name, it has a face
It has a meaning all alone
I call your number out, it stirs my soul
Your number speaks to me in tones
Your secret number has a music all its own
It's like a rumba with a cabalistic tone
Can't do the rumba, but I 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 Cabala
A numerological lambada
Each lovely number, like a psalm,
written on an ancient scroll, rings so nicely around my brain,
its symbols tattooed on my soul
Your lovely number has a rhythm all its own
It's like a rumba with a Cabalistic tone
Can't do the rumba, but I got God's home number