A look thru venetian blinds, reveals such a scrumptious sight
A specimen as fine as cordon bleu
He stands in the plaza square, looking so debonair
Compelling me to get a closer view
Lipstick and blush applied, a crimson dress that's oh so tight
I'm poised ___ to present myself to him
I race down the chateau stairs, always one to take a dare
My heart begins to flutter in suspense
Venetian Blinds, unveils a man so fine
I can't deny… the one who waits for me
I strut cross the cobblestones, stirring up a flock of crows
Determined to meet this strapping gent
And just like Ernest Hemmingway, he seems to have a getaway
But I'm not one to easily relent
Then when my hopes had dimmed, there's suddenly a glimpse of him
Slipping in the theater back door
I walk right in to roaring cheers, and up on stage this man appears
His voice is piercing deep into my soul