| He met her in a French cafe
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| She slipped in sideways like a cat
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| Sidelong glances
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| What a wary little stray!
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| She sticks in his mind like that
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| Saying, «Avez-vous un allumette?»
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| With her lips wrapped around a cigarette
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| Yvette in English saying,
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| «Please have this
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| Little bit of instant bliss.»
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| He’s fumbling with her foreign tongue;
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| Reaching for words and drawing blanks
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| A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb
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| In a bistro on the left bank
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| «If I were a painter,"Picasso said,
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| «I'd paint this girl from toe to head!»
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| Yvette in English saying,
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| «Please have this
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| Little bit of instant bliss.»
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| Burgundy nocturne tips and spills
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| They trot along nicely in the spreading stain
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| New chills, new thrills
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| For the old uphill battle
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| How did he wind up here again?
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| Walking and talking
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| Touched and scared
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| Uninsulated wires left bare
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| Yvette in English going,
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| «Please have this
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| Little bit of instant bliss.»
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| What blew her like a leaf his way?
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| (Up in the air and down to Earth)
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| First she flusters
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| Then she frays
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| So quick to question her own worth
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| Her cigarette burns her fingertips
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| As it falls like fireworks she curses it Then sweetly in English she says,
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| «Please have this,
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| Little bit of instant bliss.»
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| He sees her turn and walk away
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| Skittering like a cat on stone--
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| Her high heels clicking--
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| What a wary little stray!
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| She leaves him by the Seine alone
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| With the black water and the amber lights
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| And the bony bridge between left and right
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| Yvette in English saying,
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| «Please have this
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| Little bit of instant bliss.» |