Try me, hold me, love me

Laduchesse D'erat

Une chanson d'amour entre une cliente et un serveur de restaurant parisien entre croissant et tarte au citron

Come and linger

At a parisian restaurant

He's the chief waiter

I'm a regular client

A look, a word and a smile

A croissant for breakfast

Just a coffee, thanks, no lemon pie

Or maybe a kiss, tell me fast

Will you dare, will you dance, will you ask

“Would you take my number ?”

You've already got my heart

Try me, hold me, love me

He's coming at my table

Sliding between chairs and people

Sorry miss, we're gonna close

The door, please take this rose

He does not realize I suppose

I came for him not a flower

I guess I'll ask him later

Am I the one he chose

Try me, hold me, love me