You grew up in the city,

A high society boy,

And even this back woods girl can tell,

You're a man of the world.

But I get weak, when I hear you speak,

The way they do in France.

Well I'm sure you've heard,

These fancy words,

But I got to take my chance.

Oh s'il vou plait, pardonnez moi,

I can't help myself.

Darling je te vois only you,

And no one else.

Forgive me if I say it wrong,

Cause i just ain't that smart.

If you can't see this love in me,

Then excusez moi, my heart.



                      Dancinfool











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