Piano, piano, play softly the piano,
Or strum on your guitar,
The moonlight glistening in your hair,
Behind your gentile neck, a star.
I know that you are delicate,
And circumspect as any veteran of sweet love,
Though you are young, and I am young,
But well we'd look in satin gloves,
Drinking champagne from fluted glasses, happy,
A red carnation on your vest.
I shall learn to rock you slow and gently
On the heaving sand dunes of my breast.
Perrot, you have a dashing smile,
That I may kiss and kiss again,
While casting all our clothes into a pile,
While my heart beats like a flying wren.
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