Your eyes are blue
Not blue like the sky or the sea
More like a mountain stream
Not to light or to deep
They sparkle in the right light
Did you know that?
Your hair is long
Far longer than my own
It flows like a golden river
Yes, it's golden, just like the sun
I wonder if you realize that
Are you even aware?
You're charming as well
Even though you are unbelievably French
Every word you say is full of pride and class
You speak in that horrible accent
(Which really isn't that horrible at all)
Do you know what that accent does to people?
What it does to me?
You know I don't show it often
Or hardly ever, for that matter
But believe it or not, I care
In fact probably far, far to much
Not that I would let on, sorry dear
But I don't really need to show you, right?