He met her in a French cafe
  She slipped in sideways like a cat
  Sidelong glances
  What a wary little stray!
  She sticks in his mind like that
  Saying, "Avez-vous un allumette?"
  With her lips wrapped around a cigarette
  Yvette in English saying,
  "Please have this
  Little bit of instant bliss."
  He's fumbling with her foreign tongue;
  Reaching for words and drawing blanks
  A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb
  In a bistro on the left bank
  "If I were a painter," Picasso said,
  "I'd paint this girl from toe to head!"
  Yvette in English saying,
  "Please have this
  Little bit of instant bliss."
  Burgundy nocturne tips and spills
  They trot along nicely in the spreading stain
  New chills, new thrills
  For the old uphill battle
  How did he wind up here again?
  Walking and talking
  Touched and scared
  Uninsulated wires left bare
  Yvette in English going,
  "Please have this
  Little bit of instant bliss."
  What blew her like a leaf his way?
  (Up in the air and down to Earth)
  First she flusters
  Then she frays
  So quick to question her own worth
  Her cigarette burns her fingertips
  As it falls like fireworks she curses it
  Then sweetly in English she says,
  "Please have this,
  Little bit of instant bliss."
  He sees her turn and walk away
  Skittering like a cat on stone--
  Her high heels clicking--
  What a wary little stray!
  She leaves him by the Seine alone
  With the black water and the amber lights
  And the bony bridge between left and right
  Yvette in English saying,
  "Please have this
  Little bit of instant bliss."