by Basil Benson » Tue Feb 09, 2016 3:53 am
"Only slightly." He joked back.
In truth, his mind was working on something else too while he spoke, and once he was finally done riddling out what he was doing with the song, he started singing.
"She keeps her Moët et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
"Let them eat cake" she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For foreign hostilities
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline
Crème anglaise and Crepe Suzette
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
She's a killer queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Ooh, recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined
Wardrobe came naturally from Paris
For cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise-"
The rest of the song remained the same, being that no changes were necessary to make it sound like it was Colette he was singing about.
Was he flirting with her?