French Baguette Waltz on 2

There’s no feeling like you et me

Perhaps la douceur of me in your paume

Twirling like a dancer, free

A piece of your music box charm

You spread me on your french baguette

I’m melted and sweet and predictable

I make you taste better; ma saveur est prête

Together, nous sommes formidable

Loneliness is very sour

You and I have known it well

Why don’t we, at the top of this hour

Drink all our shoelaces and eggshells?

I would like to know your soul

Je n’aimerais pas être seul.

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