Excuse My French

2Be3

Je t'adore, je t'adore
When you walk through the door
Voulez-vous, voulez-vous
I wanna be with you
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
You were made of me (oh)
Ah, ah, ah, ah

The time has come
And this is the night
I'm gonna make my move
Get everything right
I'm gonna buy your sweet perfume
And champagne on ice
I'll be your sugar and spice
And everything nice

I may not be
What you had in mind
But if I get my act together
It's just a matter of time

Chorus 
I'm gonna tap on your shoulder
Offer my arms out to hold ya
Show ya that you need a lover
Who can be smooth debonair
So fine that I'll drive you crazy
That way you'll make you my baby
Damn, girl, excuse my French
I can't believe how good you look to me
Damn, girl, excuse my French
I can't believe how good you look to me

Well, here we are
Movin' to the beat
I feel like Fred Astaire
But with two left feet
I seem to fall flat on my face
Cause when it comes to love
I feel so out of place
I'm tryna be the man of your dreams
But every time I look at you
I come apart at the seams, oh

Chorus 

Don't be afraid of me
I'm just a diamond in that rough girl
Shining for your love

Je t'adore, je t'adore
When you walk through the door
Voulez-vous, voulez-vous
I wanna be with you
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
You were made of me (oh)
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Chorus 

I can't believe how good you look to me