2 Be 3 - Excuse My French Lyrics

Je t'adore, je t'adore
When you walk
Through the door
Voulez-vous, voulez-vous
I want to be with you
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
You were made for me
Ah ah ah ah

The time has come
And this is the night
I'm gonna make my move
Get everything alright
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 you 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 every time I look at you
I come apart at the seams, oh

I'm gonna tap on your shoulder
Offer my arms out to hold ya
Show you 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

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

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 for me
Ah, ah, ah, ah

I'm gonna tap on your shoulder
Offer my arms out to hold ya
Show you 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

I can't believe how good you look to me