Bouquet
Parlez-vous Français?
No, but I wish I did
Then it would be much easier
If ever we did live
In Annecy or perhaps Provence
Or somewhere in the Alps of France
I'd love you often, all day long
Serenade you with French love songs
Evenings in Paris, the city aglow
Stroll Champs Elysees at a pace that is slow
And unhurried, why rush? It's only us two
In the City of Love, where all things are new
And how honored I'd be to be walking around
With you on my arm, the talk of the town
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