Monday, December 03, 2012

French Girl.

French Girl.




The day I met the French girl,
Was the day I lost my heart.
To be the 'pomme de mes Yeux,'
Was a very special dream for me.
She wafted in upon the breeze,
Took hold of me, I sank to my knees,
The day I met a French girl, Eloise.

The day I met the French girl,
Was also a day of constant rain.
Dripping onto tiled floors she came,
A certain 'je ne sai quoix' and fame.
Held me in the only moment there,
Where something glistened in her hair,
The day I saw the French girl's 'derrière.'

The day I met the French girl,
Was a day for breaking rules again.
When she'd walked through my life,
How would any of it ever be the same ?
A sweet scent of Chanel and 'ooh la la,'
The briefest glimpse of skin, her blouse ajar,
The day I loved the French girl in my car.




The day I met the French girl,
Was a day I'll not forget.
She caught my hands so close to skin,
I kissed her neck, her nails diggin' in.
What could I do to save myself,
This girl is a danger to my health ?
The day I showed her my parcel shelf.

The day I met the French girl,
Was a day I met my match.
Everyone had envy in their eyes,
They said that she was quite a catch.
But I was lost by blindness led,
Where she found her way into my bed,
The day I held that French girls head.

The day I met the French girl,
Was a day for beginnings new.
Out with the past, daft memories too,
In with a passion my desires grew.
She was the one that had that look,
The girl who knew, and how to hook,
The day I let that girl stamp my book.