french cafe
broussard, marc
but i can't make out all the words
melodies so sweet through all the trees
sights and sounds and songs i've never heard
swearing i'll be back again
one more week might do me in
and i stop to catch my breath
on the slippery steps of angouleme
and with my little finger
across the town i write your name
i can't stop drinking the wine
can't stop counting the days
from this little french cafe
pray that jumbo plane's gonna bring me back
six bordeauxs all in a sack
but some things we won't ever lack
all the fields of beaujolais
and i stop to catch my breath
on the mighty steps of angouleme
and with my little finger
across the town i write your name
i can't stop drinking the wine
i can't stop counting the days
all the oysters in marennes
whole french army and charles de gaulle
a million francs wouldn't phase me at all
from this little french cafe
from this little french cafe