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2Be3 Miscellaneous 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 Chorus: 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 Chorus 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 Chorus Can't believe how good You look to me |
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