From Lips To Hips
.
In Cognac
oh Cognac...
my sweet little town in France
Out I stepped
for an evening stroll
on the cobbled streets
And there I did see,
the nights last light
in the patisserie flick out
And out she sprang
that little French sylph
From head to shoe
her petite figure
was covered in batter
And to my surprise
I did discover
from lips to hips
she makes the best
cheese cake ever
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010
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