Patois

Met you at the café, by the old French doors

Talking politics, you said, "What's the score?"

You laughed about the weather, called it bourgeois

But I could see the sunlight in your memoir

Take me out my misery and I'd be yours

Kissing crucifix, you said, "What's to adore?"

Touch sides and if we'll ever, but we withdraw

But I could feel the words in your patois

Now the check's on the table

and you're fixing your coat,

We've got plans for tomorrow

but we both know we won't

You mentioned Voltaire, then we switched to Rousseau

Your sweater was too tight, but you didn't let it show

If the men back when were in a cave

Sit me down and hand me a grave

If the light you see is clear

Spend my money and let me steer

Met you at the café, by the old French doors,

Talking politics, you said, "What's the score?"

You laughed about the weather, called it bourgeois,

But I could see the sunlight in your memoir

Take me out my misery and I'd be yours

Kissing crucifix, you said, "What's to adore?"

Touch sides and if we'll ever, but we withdraw

But I could feel the words in your patois

Oh we spin, we spin,

Like we're Franklin and Paine,

Drafting dreams for the masses

We drift, we drift,

Like we're Wilde and Shaw,

Can't get along for molasses

But the coffee's gone cold,

And the moment's expired.

Honey, won't you kiss me

I'm a real live wire

Now the card's on the table

And I'm stuck in your practiced eyes

You mentioned Voltaire, then we switched to Rousseau

Your sweater was too tight, but you didn't let it show

If the men back when were in a cave

Sit me down and hand me a grave

If the light you see is clear

Spend my money and let me steer

Met you at the café, by the old French doors,

Talking politics, you said, "What's the score?"

You laughed about the weather, called it bourgeois,

But I could see the sunlight in your memoir

Take me out my misery and I'd be yours

Kissing crucifix, you said, "What's to adore?"

Touch sides and if we'll ever, but we withdraw

But I could feel the words in your patois