(Jerry Fuller/Steve Stone)

You grew up in the city, High society girl
And even this backwoods boy can tell
you're a woman of the world
"Cause I get weak when I hear you speak
The way they do in France
I'm sure you've heard these fancy words
But I’ve got to take a chance

Svp pardonne me !, I can help my self
Darling j ai vous aimes beaucoup, if you and no one else
Forgive me if I say it wrong, but I just thing that smart
If you cant see this love in me, then scuse moi my heart

I showed up in new Orland’s
with all I own on my back
I got me a job at the country club
On the rich side of the track
then you came in with your jet set friends
That you meet in Paris
Well now there gone and your alone ,, looking straight at me

Svp pardonne me !, I can help my self
Darling j ai vous aimes beaucoup, if you and no one else
Forgive me if I say it wrong, but I just thing that smart
If you cant see this love in me, then scuse moi my heart

Why cant we try the language of love
The one thing you cant place your self above
Oh don’t allow your social pride
To keep are dreams apart
If you cant see this love in me
Then scuse moi my heart

Svp pardonne me !, I can help my self
Darling j ai vous aimes beaucoup, if you and no one else
Forgive me if I say it wrong, but I just thing that smart
If you cant see this love in me, then scuse moi my heart