The Microphone

[IVÁN]
From the ear to the brain is a matter of an inch or so
The ear to the heart, a little more
From the ear to the rest of the woman's quite a way to go
And that's what our friend the microphone is for

It helps if you think of a woman as a placid pool
Think of your voice as a precious stone
The water is still, so still until you drop your jewel
Such beautiful rings you create with the help of your friend
The microphone

Everyone has a vibration
A sleeping frequency all their own
Waiting in anticipation
For the touch of a sympathetic tone

The words aren't important
The sound contains its own rewards
The fruits of the alchemy you'll do
Meaningless murmurs that issue from your vocal chords
Turn to gold with the help of the friend
You're murmuring through

[A collection of beautiful international women appear. Iván croons to each of them in turn:]

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You can say so much without saying so much
When you touch your mouth to the windscreen

You can get so close without getting too close
When you're holding this wonderful machine

And thanks to this product of genius german engineers

[Through the above, Carlos has received a microphone of his own and croons in counterpoint:]

[CARLOS]
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[IVÁN]
You don't have to walk this world alone

[CARLOS]
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[IVÁN]
This world made of women with hungry hearts and thirsty ears

[CARLOS]
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[IVÁN]
Anxiously waiting for sips of the honey that dribbles and drips

[IVÁN & CARLOS]
From the silver spoon pressed to your lips
Your microphone
Your microphone
Microphone