Queen of Paris

I'd like to be sitting in a café in France Eating strawberries and cream with you I'd find the biggest and reddest and juiciest ones And feed them to you off my spoon After we'd stroll down the avenues and rues The afternoon lazing away We'd window shop arm in arm picturing you In the finest of clothes on display A flower I'd pick for your beautiful hair To highlight it's shimmering hues Have I ever told you how lovely you are? I think perhaps I may have given some cues Then when the afternoon cedes to the night We'd dress up and go out on the town Aglow with the aura from Paris's light The flower becomes now your crown