Oh he'll wine you and he'll dine you that's for certain
Then he'll pledge you his undying love
But his words are merde,no matter how fair
He'll desert you when push comes to shove
Never to give your love to a frenchman
For he'll use it and abuse it that's for sure
Then when dawn draws near, he will disappear
He's gone off in search of Oh L'Amour
He will burn you with the flames of his desire
Then he'll drown you in the passion of his kiss
But fair maids beware, one Phillipe Hubert
For a frenchman's frenchman he truly is
Never give your heart to a frenchman
Best to give him your sword instead
Better run him through,before he does you
And don't let his pretty words get to your head