A Call From The Vatican

Guido
Pronto
Signore Contini. Telephone. Go ahead
Guido
I was lazing around my bedroom
When an idea occured 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 yet. It's about my film. It's from the Vatican
Go head, monsignore
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