Welcome to my website of lyrics... It'll always be under construction because I'll be adding lyrics whenever I find time, so be sure to check back often.
|
|
| |
Archives
|
|
H
|
Huey Lewis & Gwyneth Paltrow---
Cruisin'
|
|
Charlene's Online Lyric Collection
growing whenever Charlene doesn't have much homework
|
|
| |
|
|
|
Artist: 2Be3
Album: Made in America
Title: Excuse My French
Je t'adore, je t'adore
When you walk
Through the door
Voulez-vous, voulez-vous
I wanna be with you
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
You were made for me
Ah, ah, ah, ah
The time has come
And this is the night
I'm gonna make my move
Get everything right
I'm gonna
Buy you sweet perfume
And champagne on ice
I'll be your sugar and spice
And everything nice
I may not be
What you had in mind
But if I get my act together
It's just a matter of time
I'm gonna tap
On your shoulder
Offer my arms out
To hold ya
Show ya that
You need a lover
Who can be
A smooth debonair
So fine, that
I'll drive you crazy
That way
I'll make you my baby
Damn girl
Excuse my French
I can't believe how good
You look to me
Damn girl
Excuse my French
I can't believe how good
You look to me
Well here we are
Movin' to the beat
I feel like Fred Astaire
But with two left feet
I seem to fall flat
On my face
'Cause when
It comes to love
I feel so out of place
I'm tryin' to be
The man of your dreams
But everytime I look at you
I come apart at the seams
I'm gonna tap
On your shoulder
Offer my arms out
To hold ya
Show ya that
You need a lover
Who can be
A smooth debonair
So fine, that
I'll drive you crazy
That way
I'll make you my baby
Damn girl
Excuse my French
I can't believe how good
You look to me
Damn girl
Excuse my French
I can't believe how good
You look to me
Don't be afraid of me
I'm just a diamond
In the rough, girl
Shinin' for your love
Je t'adore, je t'adore
When you walk
Through the door
Voulez-vous, voulez-vous
I wanna be with you
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
You were made for me
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I'm gonna tap
On your shoulder
Offer my arms out
To hold ya
Show ya that
You need a lover
Who can be
A smooth debonair
So fine, that
I'll drive you crazy
That way
I'll make you my baby
Damn girl
Excuse my French
I can't believe how good
You look to me
Damn girl
Excuse my French
I can't believe how good
You look to me
Can't believe how good
You look to me
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
| | | |
