A Matter of Gender

I will admit it That you’re something special
I’m now convinced
Marguaritte.
The flame may be hot
But you can’t resist it.
To know is to touch
Marguaritte
Mama mama, Marguaritte
Marguaritte, Marguaritte.
I don’t know whether
To over or under estimate you
Whether to over or under estimate you
For when I come over
You then put me under
Personal taste is a matter of gender
Marguaritte.
Don’t let slip my name
While you’re making love
Say you were dreaming
Marguaritte.
Thou shalt not commit
The seventh commandment
Most precious of all
Marguaritte.
Mama mama, Marguaritte.
Marguaritte, Marguaritte.
I don’t know whether
To over or under estimate you
Whether to over or under estimate you
For when I come over
You then put me under
Personal taste is a matter of gender
Marguaritte.
I don’t know whether
To over or under estimate you
Whether to over or under estimate you
For when I come over
You then put me under
Personal taste is a matter of gender
Marguaritte.