(I couldn't find these on any other site, and I don't know how to work the popular lyric sites yet, so this is going to live here until I do, because I had to write these down for something else I was doing anyway)
Pierre
What do you think of me?
What is your verdict?
Your sensibilities
Are near to perfect
At least that's what I've heard
Pierre
You are my judge
And, yes, you are my jury
And I'll bend down before your
Every fury
And I won't say a word
But, oh, are they doing that in France?
And are they wearing that in France?
And do they still say that in France?
And, oh, how do the french dance?
Well they go like this.
Pierre
You are a mystical
And magic person
And my condition it will
Only worsen
If I don't feel your praise
Pierre
You could fulfill my every
Dream and yearning
If you'd only tell me what I
Could be earning
If I left my malaise
But, oh, are they wearing that in France?
And are they singing that in France?
And do they still think that in France?
And, oh, how do the french dance?
How do the french dance?
They dance like this