2 Be 3: "Excuse My French" Lyrics

Je tadore je tadore

When you walk through the door

Voulez-vous voulez-vous

I wanna be with you

Cest la vie cest la vie

You were made of me



The time has come

And this is the night

Im gonna make my move

Ge everything right



Im gonna buy your sweet perfume

And champagne on ice

Ill be your sugar and spice

Any everything nice



I may not be

What you had in mind

But if I get my act together

Its just a matter of time



[chorus]



Im gonna tap on your shoulder

Offer my arms out to hold ya

Show ya that you need a lover

Who can be smooth debonaire

So fine that Ill drive you crazy

That way youll make you my baby

Damn girl excuse my french

I cant believe how good you look to me

Damn girl excuse my french

I cant 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

Im tryin to be the man of your dreams

But every time I look at you

I come apart at the seams



Repeat chorus



Dont be afraid of me

Im just a diamond in that rough girl

Shini for your love



Je tadore je tadore

When you walk through the door

Voulez-vous voulez-vous

I wanna be with you

Cest la vie cest la vie

You were made of me

Repeat chorus