Croissants, chocolate and a bit of good wine
Mademoiselle was aching to feel fine.

Her lover had left her for a much younger model
A haircut, new clothes, she made herself coddled.

Even a picture or a print of the Eiffel Tower
Reminded her of when he brought a flower.

For the last time they had eaten stinky cheese and crusty bread
Move forward she must get that French man out of her head.

The lady had lost track of her roots
and tugged on her dusty boots.

It was time to flirt with farmers at a country line dance,
After all, you should know, it is Paris, Kentucky--not France.