I met a Frenchman in a field last night

He was out there with an easel, painting carnival light

He said, I used to paint the princess; I used to paint the frogs

Now I paint moustaches on dangerous dogs

He said, Sometimes it's a country; sometimes it's a girl

You know, everybody got to have a purpose in this world

You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart

Don't you know that women are the only works of art





You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're gonna hit somethin'

But that's the way it goes





Some guys were born to Rimbaud

Some guys breath Baudelaire

Some guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere

You can breed 'em by the thousands; you can trick and you can train

Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the Seine

How many arrows must I shoot into the blue?

Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you

Before The Death of Lovers and The Punishment of Pride

Let's go scrape across the terrazzo

It's just too hot outside





You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're gonna hit somethin'

But that's the way it goes





Talk talk, talk and talk

Talk talk, sweet talk

Talk talk, tough talk

Talk talk, dirty talk

Talk talk, walk and talk

Talk talk, big talk

Talk talk, baby talk

Kiss kiss kiss





Talk talk, talk and talk

Talk talk, smooth talk

Talk talk, body talk

Talk talk, back talk

Talk talk, small talk

Talk talk,