My husband is a bitter brute.
I’m only here for him to use,
To clean the house and press his suit.
He’s given me another bruise.
He gets me drunk on common booze;
In France, I’ll drink a Beaujolais.
I’m finished here –I’ve paid my dues.
My life sounds better en français.
I’ve learned the color of the newt
Ain’t yellow-green –it’s called chartreuse.
I know the color of a boot
Is noir, and I know bleux are blues.
There’s nothing I have left to lose –
I’ve planned a perfect getaway.
I’ll purse my lips in fancy “oo”s –
My life sounds better en français.
I’ll flit and bubble comme une flûte.
I’ll sing my song like une chanteuse
Who’s worldly-wise, but also cute.
I’ll charm, bewitch, enchant, amuse
A guy who seeks une amoureuse.
I’m ready for ma bonne journée.
Ma vie jolie –the latest news!
My life sounds better en français.
Envoi:
Dear Prince: I’m wearing silk charmeuse.
I’m classy –I’m not déclassée.
I hope, Charmant, it’s me you choose.
My life sounds better en français.