Yvette In English

He met her in a French café She slipped in sideways, like a cat Sidelong glances, what a wary little stray She sticks in his mind like that Sayin', "Avez vous un alumette" 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 goin', "Please, have this Little bit of instant bliss" What blew her like a leaf his 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 a 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"