She's at your door
A six-foot fleur de lys
She's the lady from Riems
And you know what that means
Every homme
From Pontoise to Marseille
Sees her chalet
Every day in his dreams
Comment font, a glass of blanc
And a soft bon soir
Qu'avait vous dit, que vais vous dit
Amusez-vous bien
She'll take your hand
At first à contre coeur
But she's on the floor
Before you've opened the door
What's that you say? You cannot pay?
A coup doit, je suis désolé
Eau de vie, fleur de lys
All hail the lady from Riems
On the square in Mont Pierre
She's gracious and demure
But off the set, tête à tête
She's the belle du jour
Quel pleasure
Que plu de me songer
Que fille, que fête
Maintenant s'il vous plait