He said, 'Come on over, have you see France,
I want you to see the Eiffel Tower.'
His warm voice would sing and his eyes would dance,
I left all the touring in his power.
He'd lived in France ever since he was born
Showing me new places made him merry
At night I would him with kisses adorn,
Flirtatious games with stems of my cherry.
He loved London when I showed him around
I was aware he knew more than he saw
Yet these views of Paris would me astound,
We both shared a drink with a single straw.
This romantic city would me delight,
As we played love games in the starry night.