Foreign Affair Edit

One in a million chance. You know the moment that you cross over the Line. A casual glance. No one has to read between the lines. In the South of France, it was springtime. Special feelings come alive. There's romance in the air, so they say. Love can be a small café away. Ooh. Love is a piece of cake. Making love is all there is to it. But it's hard out on the limb when you Start to feel forever in a kiss. But you must remember, there's no point of Reference. You only have a part in a lover's play. And you could be the one left in the Dark If someone takes a shortcut to your heart. And all too soon, you're charging for the last Time. No one has to tell you how it ends. It's just a memory two people share. File it under foreign affairs. Oh. File it under Foreign affairs. File it, file it under affairs. Oh. File it under foreign Affairs. Ooh. File it, file it, foreign Affairs.