Mother told me not to be so bold,
"Protect that thang, like a pot o' gold!"
I didn't listen, I don't care,
Got me a man who whispers," Oui, mon cher!"
I am a one woman foreign correspondant,
French kisses in the Louvre, sans le despondant.
Oh, Merci, Oui, and Ooh, la, la.
I'll send you a t-shirt, and a card, Mama.
*For The Mag