Mademoiselle

I walk this street alone
Because no one's at home
I have a date with Marie

Past Rachel I walk
I can't stop to talk
She is waiting on me

I miss the 24
Mrs. Schwartz I do adore
But I must be on my way

Mr. Viateur
You have a lovely daughter
But I don't have time to play

In the evening her breath just smells like gravy
In the morning congestion in her heart
And on Sundays she'll bake and beat her bongos
When she's done she'll get herself off

When we're together here
I often tend to leer
As other girls go passing by

Don't always stick around
But other gals I've found
Often take me to her side

In the evening her breath just smells like gravy
In the morning congestion in her heart
And on Sundays she'll bake and beat her bongos
When she's done she'll get herself off