Queen of Paris
I'd like to be sitting in a café in France
Eating strawberries and cream with you
I'd find the biggest and reddest and juiciest ones
And feed them to you off my spoon
After we'd stroll down the avenues and rues
The afternoon lazing away
We'd window shop arm in arm picturing you
In the finest of clothes on display
A flower I'd pick for your beautiful hair
To highlight it's shimmering hues
Have I ever told you how lovely you are?
I think perhaps I may have given some cues
Then when the afternoon cedes to the night
We'd dress up and go out on the town
Aglow with the aura from Paris's light
The flower becomes now your crown
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