The Pink Lady

Right now we're off for a little outdoor restaurant in the forest of Gombe, in the suburbs of Paris. Hello? Gourin! Corin! Wait a...

Yes, Miss you. Wait a minute, have you seen a beautiful woman? To a Frenchman, all women are beautiful. Except he's white. Well, that's a fine thing to say, Waiter, to a man who's about to get married.

Well, I'm sorry, sir. I haven't seen your future wife. Well, of course you haven't. She's not the girl I mean. She's not the girl I'm meeting. Oh? Now, we want to eat here in the garden, just the two, but it's the most romantic spot you have.

You are planning a romantic rendezvous, but not will you, fiance? Of course not. Oh, dog. You don't seem to get the idea, though. You see... I'm going to be married in June, all the beginning of May.

And so I'm still free to commune With a life that is single and gay But it's almost a sin Ready, I ought to sit down and begin To behave as sea-date husbands Do not just yet Just yet, just yet I've got about six weeks more

than I must forget, forget, forget all the joys I have known before Claudine must become an emirterium of the past and I the conventional hobby at last But not just yet, just yet, just yet, just yet.

I'm single for six weeks more. Just yet, just yet, just yet. Oh, Miss you, the young lady coming down the path right now. Ah, a vision and pink.

Claudine. I'm sorry to be late. Young lady should never be on time. Especially beautiful young ladies and pink. Oh, I'm serious. Now you take the girl I'm about to marry. She's always on time. You never told me you were engaged?