From the recording Honey from Dried Grass
Lyrics
Ma’amoiselle
by Christopher Cook
Oh, Ma’amoiselle
It seems that you like me
But I can’t tell Ma’amoiselle
But it seems that you like me
Oh, I like you a lot
I’m sure that’s plain to see
Oh, Ma’amoiselle
I read about women like you in books
Oh, Ma’amoiselle
I read about women like you in books
What you want with me
And my dusty panhandle look
If you come after me
That would be the best thing yet
If you come after me
I wouldn’t be that hard to get
Oh, Ma’amoiselle
Is that the eye you’re givin’ me?
Oh, I can’t tell Ma’amoiselle
Is that the eye you’re givin’ me?
All I got to say is I’m lonesome and I’m free
If you come after me
That would be the best thing yet
If you come chasin’ after me
I wouldn’t be that hard to get
Oh, Ma’amoiselle
Sans sourire que pensez-vous?
Oh, Ma’amoiselle
Quand je me lève les yeux
Je vois votre visage inconnu