Frenchman In New York

I like the way you walk Mademoiselle You do it like you do and do it well. This Frenchman though a foreigner admires that wiggle wen you walk-like prancing fire. This is my card. You notice I am chic? I also have a dash of being meek. The card? Well its is only to provide to my hotel room directory and guide. At twelve O’clock you notice then Ta-Ta? To make my room I go right now. Ha! Ha! There is a knock. Oh nervousness no more. I must straighten my tie and get the door. And this behemoth, who? I ask cherie? It is your husband? I capiche. Oui Oui! I think you have the wrong hotel and floor. Sir, kindly take your fat foot from the door. Ah fisticuffs you say? Tis not required. I only have your lovely wife admired. So please remove your hulking mass from here. I think that your demeanor is too severe. You are choking me monsieur and that is nasty. You drag me to the window? Don’t be hasty! Two or three floors up, I understand. But twenty, bonamie? I’ll surely land A bit untidy to say the very least, Mademoiselle, would you call off this beast?