I SHALL DREAM OF YOU. (Je Rêverai de Vous)
She wanting pampering, as Paris could,
but did not speak too much he understood,
she should not tell him of her lingerie,
that special purchase only made today,
but if he asked, she knew she surely would;

twas window-shopping, when she caught his eye,
she with a friend, he with someone nearby,
and how they joined, so natural it did seem,
in conversation, wanting more to dream,
and spend the night in time they knew would fly;

the eve, la glace down by the Seine,
the strolling on, the stopping now and then,
a secret hideaway there was to find,
seclusion from the world they put behind,
watching the light of where the sun had been;

her French no better than his Texas drawl,
oh how they laughed, but understood it all,
decisions of the night were hers to make,
possession of her heart was his to take;
as if the Seine had backed them to the wall;

there is a café, near Rue St. Germaine,
le pianost sets the mood, a coffee stain
upon the minds of lovers dancing late,
who know goodby is something that must wait,
or better yet, to just avoid the pain;

but morning comes so soon, this much is true,
and dances all must end, as they will do,
his words, thus spoken, and she understood,
remembering each word, just as she should,
"and I shall dream--Je rêverai de vous."
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