Versuri Melodii » A canorous quintet - Excuse My French

  Trimite unui prieten pe Yahoo Messenger

  Download

Je t·adore je t·adore

When you walk through the door

Voulez-vous voulez-vous

I wanna be with you

C·est la vie c·est la vie

You were made of me

The time has come

And this is the night

I·m gonna make my move

Ge everything right

I·m gonna buy your sweet perfume

And champagne on ice

I·ll be your sugar and spice

Any everything nice

I may not be

What you had in mind

But if I get my act together

It·s just a matter of time

[Chorus]

I·m gonna tap on your shoulder

Offer my arms out to hold ya

Show ya that you need a lover

Who can be smooth debonaire

So fine that I·ll drive you crazy

That way you·ll make you my baby

Damn girl excuse my French

I can·t believe how good you look to me

Damn girl excuse my French

I can·t believe how good you look to me

Well here we are

Movin· to the beat

I feel like Fred Astaire

But with two left feet

I seem to fall flat on my face

‘Cause when it comes to love

I feel so out of place

I·m tryin· to be the man of your dreams

But every time I look at you

I come apart at the seams

REPEAT CHORUS

Don·t be afraid of me

I·m just a diamond in that rough girl

Shini· for your love

Je t·adore je t·adore

When you walk through the door

Voulez-vous voulez-vous

I wanna be with you

C·est la vie c·est la vie

You were made of me

REPEAT CHORUS