2Be3 Lyrics

Excuse My French

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
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

The times has come
And this is the night
I'm gonna make my move
Get everything right

I'm gonna buy you 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

I'm gonna tap on your shoulder
Offer my arms out to hold ya
Show ya that you need a lover
Who can be a smooth, debonair
So fine, that I'll drive you crazy
That way, I'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 tryin' to be the man of your dreams
But everytime I look at you
I come apart at the seams

Refrain

Damn girl excuse my French
I can't believe how good
You look to me

Don't be afraid of me
I'm just a diamond in the rough, girl
Shinin' for your love