Joe Ely
My Baby Thinks She's French
My Baby Thinks She's FrenchMy Baby Thinks She's FrenchShe plays a Spanish guitarAt the coffee barShe's takin' self-defenceMy Baby Thinks She's FrenchShe like the rose perfumeIn the afternoon with her chocolate mintsShe thinks she's French she likes to kiss and kissHer Flame is hard to Quench!My Baby Thinks She's FrenchMy Baby Thinks She's FrenchShe drive a citroen carShe sings me Ooo wa waShe's prone to accidentsMy Baby Thinks She's FrenchWell it's Paris thisAnd it's Paris that, it makes me cringeShe thinks she's French she likes to kiss and kissHer Flame is hard to quench!My Baby Thinks She's FrenchMy Baby Thinks She's FrenchLetras de cancionesShe reads MadamoselleAnd when the clock strikes twelveShe wants to give me a pinch.....My Baby Thinks She's FrenchShe's a Texas dollShe likes shopping malls where the mood is FrenchWith a southern drawlThey say come back y'allAnd they never even flench!My Baby Thinks She's FrenchMy Baby Thinks She's FrenchShe wants to start a fireIn the Eiffel TowerShe's lost all common sense!!My Baby Thinks She's FrenchShe likes the Moulin RougeWhen the sun shines throughShe seldom squintsShe breeds magnificence
From Letras Mania