Excuse My French

I don’t know what you must be on
You walked in like Aga Khan
Did you fly in on a jet?
Win a million dollar bet?
So let me get my good shoes on
I wanna follow in the same old steps
Where you waltz around like you’re the best
Where you garden blooms in May
But it 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 best
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won’t fail me
Please excuse my French
(Pardonnez 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
Why drown 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’re going solo in this dream
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 best
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won’t fail me
Please excuse my French
(Pardonnez moi)