Francois and Catherine

She always liked doors to be opened for her,
never knowing why.

It's always been that way. Her way of life was something to get used to.

Orange blossoms and petitgrain,
fine silk and embroidery.

Do you love me... love me ... love me...
do you love me... love me... love me still?

Never on time, always late for the big show.
She said she couldn't imagine why all the fuss.

Peaceful and calm, always cool and never resentful.

Orange blossoms and petitgrain,
fine silk and embroidery.

Do you love me... love me ... love me...
do you love me... love me... love me still?

She loved him near and far and always and everywhere.
Never one to doubt,
but love made her uneasy.

She couldn't allow herself that peace of mind.

Orange blossoms and petitgrain,
fine silk and embroidery.

Do you love me... love me... love me...
do you love me...love me... love me still?

Yes, I love you ... love you... love you...
yes I love you... love you... love you still.