A room with a view But a house she can't call her own Dinner's burning on the stove It's a far cry from home
The kids going wild They won't give her the time of day She's trying hard, but she's just got No clue what the're saying
French word for love The only thing that springs to mind All the time Keeps dreaming off Romantic ways to spend the night To feel allright
Quartier latin She's all dressed up to move around Handsome strangers everywhere Her first night in town
A blue haze of smoke In a place they call chez maxim's The man of her dreams
She sees him again When the blue haze has gone In front of the class that she attends Whoever thought he'd be teaching french At the sorbonneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
