EXCUSE MY FRENCH
written by Desmond Child, Peter Amato and Randy Cantor
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
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 suger and spice
And eveything 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 smooth debonaire
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 every time I look at you
I come apart at the seams
REPEAT 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-vos
I wanna be with you
C'est la vie c'est la vie
You were made for me
REPEAT CHORUS
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