When The World Was Young

They call me coquette, and mademoiselle
And I must admit I like it quite well
It’s something to be the darling of all
Le grande femme fatale, the belle of the ball
There’s nothing as gay as life in Paris
There’s no other person, I’d rather be
I like what I do, I like what I see
But where is the schoolgirl that used to be me
You’ll see me in Cape D’Antibes, or in Spain
I follow the sun by boat or by plane
It’s any old millionaire in a storm
For I’ve got my mink to keep my heart warm
And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd
And sometimes I laugh a little too loud
My head may be aching, but it’s unbowed
And sometimes I see it all through the cloud
Ah, the apple trees
And the hive of bees
Where we once got stung
Summers at Bordeau
Rowing the bateau
Where the willow hung
Just a dream ago
When the world was young