Please Pardon My French

[Intro]
Please pardon my French,
Please pardon my French,
I speak with a flair that’s strange,
Like a mime who’s off the range,
Please pardon my French.

[Verse 1]
A soul with quirky charm,
No need to raise alarm,
Her words just slip and fall,
A circus for you all,
Please pardon my French.

[Chorus]
She’s weird, she knows,
But the language flows,
Her phrases whirl and spin,
Like croissants made of sin,
Please pardon my French.

[Verse 2]
She mimes with wild delight,
Gestures through the night,
Words like "crouton", “baguette,”
Leave her audience perplexed,
Please pardon my French.

[Chorus]
She’s odd, she’s proud,
Her quirks speak loud,
In every twist and lunge,
She’s a rogue with a hunch,
Please pardon my French.

[Bridge]
C’est la vie, mon ami,
She’ll say it with glee,
In a trance, her tongue just spins,
Bienvenue, the silliness begins!

[Verse 3]
So next time she says “bonjour,”
And you’re unsure what’s in store,
Just smile and let it go,
It’s a goofy little show,
Please pardon her French.

[Outro]
Please pardon my French,
It’s an odd but grand descent,
With baguettes in her hand,
Like it's a magic wand,
Please pardon my French.