he met her in a french caf she slipped in sideways like a cat sidelong glances what a wary little stray she sticks in his mind like that saying avez vous un allumette with her lips wrapped around a cigarette yvette in english saying please have this little bit of instant bliss he s fumbling with her foreign tongue reaching for words and drawing blanks a loudmouth is stricken deaf and dumb in a bistro on the left bank if i were a painter picasso said i d paint this girl from toe to head yvette in english saying please have this little bit of instant bliss burgundy nocturne tips and spills they trot along nicely in the spreading stain new chills new thrills for the old uphill battle how did he wind up here again walking and talking touched and scared uninsulated wires left bare and yvette in english going please have this little bit of instant bliss what blew her like a leaf his way first she flusters then she frays so quick to question her own worth  her cigarette burns her fingertips as it falls like fireworks she curses it then sweetly in english she says please have this little bit of instant bliss he sees her turn and walk away skittering like a cat on stone her high heels clicking what a wary little stray she leaves him by the seine alone with the black water and the amber lights and the bony bridge between left and right yvette in english saying please have this little bit of instant bliss 