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

Try me, hold me, love me

Try me, hold me, love me


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