Foreign Affair
A one in a million chanceYou know the moment that you crossed over the lineA casual glanceNo one has to read between the linesIn the south of France it was spring timeSpecial feelings come aliveThere's romance in the air, so they sayLove could be a small cafe away
Love is a piece of cakeAnd making love is all there is to eatIt's a heart out of a lambWhen yoy start to feel forever in a kissBut you must remember there's no point of refugeYou only have a part in a lover's playAnd you could be the one left in the darkIf someone takes a shortcut to your heart
All too soon you're touching for the last timeNo one has to tell you how it isIt's just a memory two people shareFile it under foreign affair