Aww, man
the ladies in Paris
are so pretty
My head was
being turned
against its will
every few seconds
there was a skirt,
nylons
and unbelievable legs
and I tried my luck
at “bon jouring” French girls
but it didn’t
go over too well
They “bon joured” in kind
and quickly darted off
to safer waters
leaving me alone
with my thoughts
Suffice to say,
I went to bed hungry
that night
and I woke the next morning
feeling a dire need
to get my ass
back to Amsterdam
cause I wouldn’t have
spent the lonely night
in Paris
thinking of ladies
that I couldn’t have
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