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