Je T'Adore Songtext

Our visit to France was a trifle outré We went in the spring, and it rained every day, I confess that I don't feel chic, but I love how it taught me to speak. That fille du nuit with the Guide Michelin Kept looking at me like she might be a fan, I was touched, but what could 1 do? For I only had eyes pour vous. Je t'adore, you gave directions to a cabby out of Orly, Je t'adore, it was his attitude that made me tip him poorly, And though you would have tipped him more, Who keeps score? Je t'adore. Je t'adore, I asked the waiter for a table down at ringside, Je t'adore, His laughter made me feel a trifle on the thing side, But the Folies Bergere's a bore. I could snore, Je t'adore. The old Notre Dame had that look of Monet When that boulevardier knocked my glasses away, With a slap to my innocent head; it must have been something I said. The wind from the Seine and the high cost of food put my soul in a dark existentialist mood, But what were you trying to convey, When you called me L' Etranger? Je t'adore, The Mona Lisa at the Louvre was poorly lighted, Je t'adore, When I drew near to her the guards grew so excited, Had they never seen tourists before? They were sore, Je t'adore. Je t'adore, I was astonished when you put your hand on his knee, Je t'adore, I only asked if we could visit Euro Disney, But you must have been looking for more. Still, encore, Je t'adore. We sat on the boulevard drinking chartreuse; when you called me chou, I thought you rather loose, But I'd be the last to complain; you're so jolie in the rain. When we reached the hotel, there was so much to say, I couldn't believe how you used the bidet. When we travel, my teeth just clench, But with you, I'm impossibly French. Je t'adore, I'd hoped that dollars turned to francs might last us longer, Je t'adore, And as for sex, I know that women are the stronger, But you still thrill me to the core, love me more; Je t'adore. Je t'adore, Cherie, I realize my accent may seem raucus, Je t'adore, And yet, it didn't sound so bad back in Secaucus, But then, what are vacations for? Zoot allors, Je t'adore.