Yvette In English

He met her in a French cafe

She slipped in sideways like a cat

Sidelong glances, what a wary little stray

She sticks in his mind like that

Saying : « Avez-vous une allumette ? »

With her lips wrapped around a cigarette

Yvette in English saying, "please have this

Little bit of instant bliss"

He's struggling with a foreign tongue

Reaching for words and drawing blanks

A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb

In a bistro on the left bank

If I were a painter, Picasso said

I'd paint this girl from toe to head

Yvette in English saying, "please have this

Little bit of instant bliss"

Burgundy nocturne tips and spills

They move along nicely in the spreading stain

New chills, new thrills for the old uphill battle

How did he wind up here again?

Walking, talking, touched and scared

Uninsulated wires bare

Yvette in English, "Lord, please have this

Little bit of instant bliss"

What blew her like a leaf this way?

Up in the air and down to Earth

First she flusters then she frays

So quick to question her own worth

Her cigarette burns her fingertips

It falls like fireworks, she curses it

Sweetly in English she says, "please have this

Little bit of instant bliss"

He sees her turn and walk away

Skittering like a cat on stone

High heels clicking, what a wary little stray

She leaves him by the Seine alone

With black water and amber lights

A bony bridge between left and right

Yvette in English saying, "please have this

Little bit of instant bliss"