Solo: I am no Picasso.
Chorus: No. No. No. No.
Solo: Nor a Marlon Brando.
Chorus: No. Not Brando.
Solo: And I speak no French.
To have it make some sense.
That,
Convinces of my love.
Chorus: Love! Love! Love!
Solo: Oh. How I wish to hold you.
Chorus: Kiss. Kiss. Mmmm kiss.
Solo: Lips we touch then nibble.
Chorus: Ooo. Ooo-ooo.
Solo: Then make love all night.
Under stars so bright.
Until the morning dawns.
Chorus: With you wet with dew.
Solo/chorus: Et Tu,
Avec.
Beaucoup Amour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem