Foreign Affair

                                  A one in a million chance 

You know the moment that you crossed over the line 

A casual glance 

No one has to read between the lines 

In the south of France it was spring time 

Special feelings come alive 

There's romance in the air, so they say 

Love could be a small cafe away 



Love is a piece of cake 

And making love is all there is to eat 

It's a heart out of a lamb 

When you start to feel forever in a kiss 

But you must remember there's no point of refuge 

You only have a part in a lover's play 

And you could be the one left in the dark 

If someone takes a shortcut to your heart 



All too soon you're touching for the last time 

No one has to tell you how it is 

It's just a memory two people share 

File it under foreign affair