Had I Been a Frenchman
I would've invited you,
To the Riviera
Given you lessons in French,
How to mature a frenchy kiss,
Yes Miss
I often tried to cast you
Into a lovely piece of poetry
I'd make a mould out of you
To pull you out of the doldrums
Of Frenchy thoughts and imagination
So I could help fulfil your frustration
Of having in France
A happy romance
But not with a Frenchy may be
An Italian, a stallion
A villain a sexy medallion
Then make you wonder
What after all lies in a Frenchy
That does not contain
In order to love maintain
In an ordinary person like me,
But for the moment
It’s an aurevoir
That now I can see
Coz I’m not a Frenchy