In an almost empty movie hall
He sat near me, his silhouette tall
Quick side glances, trying to read faces
Blue eyes and brown eyes, leave blushing traces
Whispering, he leans in, a random question
The French voice incites a pleasurable aggression
Nice movie, but a kiss would have been nicer
My chest a steam whistle, my fists are tighter
Dark heads almost touching, almost rubbing
Almost turning, almost there.... oh I'm crying!
So intoxicating you are, my blue-eyed Frenchman
Three months is a short time, but we'll do what we can
Can't write a poem when you're in my head
Just wanna grab the sheets and jump into my bed!