We kissed the way they do it in France

June 6, 1997 – B

We kissed the way they do it in France
Swinging and swaying to love’s ageless dance
With my heart on my sleeve, my hands in your hair
Your lips drew me nearer the devil’s lair
And, my darling, though time has seen fit to deem worthless
That moment of romance that left me all but breathless
The passion your tongue once awakened in me
Will forever and always be etched in my memory
Maybe I’ll get weary, surely I’ll grow old
Perhaps fate will rob me of beauty and gold
But Cupid, that rogue, has to me brandished magic
Making life cherished, however mad, however tragic
And the world may continue to chuck what is immortal
Yet to the valley of death, my heart opens no portal
I will constantly rebuff the creations of Chance
After all, we kissed the way they do it in France.