Caro Emerald

Excuse My French

I don’t know what you must be on

You walked in like Edgar con

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 witch

That postponed your lines

I’m not on the best

You’re Houdini in the state and boy

I can’t use a wretch

I know my words won’t tell me

Please excuse my French

(Pardone moi)

Today you think you’re Erol Flynn

Sharing stories where you think you’ve been

Your style must be grand, 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’re going solo in this dream