He met her in a French cafe
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She slipped in sideways like a cat
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Sidelong glances
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What a wary little stray!
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She sticks in his mind like that
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Saying, "Avez-vous un allumette?"
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With her lips wrapped around a cigarette
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Yvette in English saying,
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"Please have this
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Little bit of instant bliss."
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He's fumbling with her foreign tongue;
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Reaching for words and drawing blanks
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A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb
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In a bistro on the left bank
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"If I were a painter," Picasso said,
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"I'd paint this girl from toe to head!"
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Yvette in English saying,
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"Please have this
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Little bit of instant bliss."
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Burgundy nocturne tips and spills
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They trot along nicely in the spreading stain
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New chills, new thrills
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For the old uphill battle
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How did he wind up here again?
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Walking and talking
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Touched and scared
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Uninsulated wires left bare
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Yvette in English going,
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"Please have this
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Little bit of instant bliss."
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What blew her like a leaf his way?
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(Up in the air and down to Earth)
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First she flusters
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Then she frays
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So quick to question her own worth
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Her cigarette burns her fingertips
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As it falls like fireworks she curses it
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Then sweetly in English she says,
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"Please have this,
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Little bit of instant bliss."
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He sees her turn and walk away
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Skittering like a cat on stone-
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Her high heels clicking-
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What a wary little stray!
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She leaves him by the Seine alone
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With the black water and the amber lights
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And the bony bridge between left and right
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Yvette in English saying,
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"Please have this
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Little bit of instant bliss."
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Yvette In English
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Joni Mitchell |