It's Not Greek To Me
cherchez la femme but
she's in the crosswalk
now so i didnt see her
because i was seeing
her in my thoughts
and i got thinking
of guerre but more
importantly la vie
and she romantically
language speaks
pardon my Francais
forgive my italiano
babble but let me
flip to page twenty
six and say the same
in
Espanol
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