French Girls Black-eyed French girls, Queens in their blood. Once upon a time They sat before mirrors That reflected them Imperfectly. Kingdoms depended On what the air Was doing to their hair, Or something a knight Had said but didn't Mean. Now, in Florence, They follow their parents, Hot and footsore Like any tourist. But don't forget to Remember when They turned to you, The servant in the hall, Their eyes full of tears.
French Girls
French Girls
French Girls
French Girls Black-eyed French girls, Queens in their blood. Once upon a time They sat before mirrors That reflected them Imperfectly. Kingdoms depended On what the air Was doing to their hair, Or something a knight Had said but didn't Mean. Now, in Florence, They follow their parents, Hot and footsore Like any tourist. But don't forget to Remember when They turned to you, The servant in the hall, Their eyes full of tears.