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.
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