Pierre

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?
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 pеrson
And my condition, it will only worsen
If I don't feel your praise

Pierrе
You can 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