He met her in a french cafe
She slipped in sideways like a cat
Sidelong glances, what a wary little stray&127;
She sticks in his mind like that
Saying '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 was 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 and talking touched and scared
Uninsulated wires bare
Yvette in English saying '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 finger tips
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
Her high heels clicking, what a wary little stray
She leaves him by the Seine alone.
With black water and amber lights
And the bony bridge between left and right
Yvette in English, saying 'please have this
Little bit of instant bliss
