Текст Caro Emerald – Excuse My French

I don’t know what you must be on
You walked in like the Aga Khan
Did you fly in on a jet?
Win a million dollar bet?

I wanna follow in the same old steps
Where you waltz around like you’re the best
Where your garden blooms in May
But it’s snowing every day
‘Cause you have everything you want

You must be
The Houdini in my life
But you can’t see
I could never be your wife

‘Cause I’m still a lady
No, I’m not some wench
That falls for your lines
I’m not on the fence
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won’t fail me
Please excuse my French
Pardonne-moi

Today you think you’re Errol Flynn
Sharing stories where you think you’ve been
Your style must be cramped, without a passport stamp
Can’t you see the twister that you’re in
Lie down inside a sea of words
You’re going under, now you won’t get hurt
So just give it a rest, this time your more is less

You must be
The Houdini in my life
But you can’t see
I could never be your wife

‘Cause I’m still a lady
No, I’m not some wench
That falls for your lines
I’m not on the fence
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won’t fail me
Please excuse my French
Pardonne-moi