My Baby Thinks She's French - Joe Ely

My Baby Thinks She’s French

My Baby Thinks She’s French

She plays a spanish guitar

At the coffee bar

She’s takin' self-defence

My Baby Thinks She’s French

She like the rose perfume

In the afternoon with her chocolate mints

She thinks she’s French she likes to kiss and kiss

Her Flame is hard to Quench!

My Baby Thinks She’s French

My Baby Thinks She’s French

She drive a citroen car

She sings me Ooo wa wa She’s prone to accidents

My Baby Thinks She’s French

Well its Paris this

And its Paris that, it makes me cringe

She thinks she’s French she likes to kiss and kiss

Her Flame is hard to quench!

My Baby Thinks She’s French

My Baby Thinks She’s French

She reads Madamoselle

and when the clock strikes twelve

she wants to give me a pinch…

My Baby Thinks She’s French

She’s a Texas doll

She likes shopping malls where the mood is French

With a southern drawl

They say come back y’all

and they never even flench!

My Baby Thinks She’s French

My Baby Thinks She’s French

She wants to start a fire

In the Eifel Tower

She’s lost all common sense!

My Baby Thinks She’s French

She likes the Moulin Rouge

when the sun shines thru

she seldom squints…

she breeds magnificence