La Petite Chanteuse
Imagine the scene-Paree ,‘45,
It’s one of those moments you’re glad you’re alive,
Unforgettable Gauloise, a room full of cheer,
the smell of cheap perfume, Kronenborg Beer.
Garrulous couples, entwined in Romance,
La guerre, c’est finit, so,” vive La France”,
The band’s out of practice, but how well it plays,
and tout le monde weeps at “La Marseillaise”,
Down at the front, at a table for two,
Girls exchange kisses, as lovers must do
Their cognac is finished, their glasses askance,
She looks in her eyes and asks her to dance.
They cling to each other, in passion so rare
Her hand moves down to her pert derriere
She chooses the moment, produces the ring
As la petite chanteuse steps forward to sing.
