Very pretty, quietly attractive,
In the French Riviera, where the nights are magic.
Mr. Saint Lé Rue, what brought you here?
In my post-adult life, living without fear.
I'm here for the fun, the vino, the champagne,
Travel where I want, no rules to restrain.
Meaningful talks, leave 'em with a spark,
Wearing luxury fits, dancing in the dark.
Friday night dates, like prom in the past,
Seduce those boujie dames, make the moments last.
Smooch pretty Cinderellas at the stroke of twelve,
Recreating scenes where romance is unveiled.
Keep the Sabbath, 'cause the rest just ain't holy,
Who likes workin' nine-to-five, living so low-key?
Pick up the tab, 'cause my wallet's full,
Lick a tajin shot for breakfast, feeling cool.
Bottomless mimosas in a rocks glass, you see,
Rooftop parties on Sunday, that's the key.
Snap the pictures, make sure they're clear,
So future naysayers can't call my life mere.
Friday night dates, like prom in the past,
Seduce those boujie dames, make the moments last.
Smooch pretty Cinderellas at the stroke of twelve,
Recreating scenes where romance is unveiled.
Tacos on Taco Tuesday, that's the way,
Retire by the coast, in a Bogart display.
Living the dream, from dusk 'til dawn,
Saint Lè Rue, the single life goes on.
Friday night dates, like prom in the past,
Seduce those boujie dames, make the moments last.
Smooch pretty Cinderellas at the stroke of twelve,
Recreating scenes where romance is unveiled.
So here's to the single life, the joy it brings,
Living like a movie, where the champagne sings.
In a coastal town, with the sunset's glow,
Saint Lè Rue's ode, let the good times flow.