You’ve got exactly 60 seconds
to tell me what you meant by that
One short minute to apologize
You’ve got exactly 60 seconds
to tell me what you meant by that
I hear the murder rate is on the rise
I’m in love, and I do not speak the language
I’m in love, but I don’t understand
I’m in love, and I do not speak the language
But I try to speak the language of this foreign land
Here I am, Stupid American
Here I am
Here I am, Stupid American
Here I am
You’ve got exactly 60 seconds
to think about that stupid question
A baguette doesn’t come with a bag
You’ve got exactly 60 seconds
to take back that stupid question
It’s called a baguette, don’t you get it- get it
I’m in love, but I do not speak the language
I’m in love, but I don’t understand
I’m in love, and I do not speak the language
When I try to speak the language,
it comes out sounding like…
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His heart is Italy…His kiss is Paris…
His body is Brazilian
My heart is…my heart is… Oklahoma
You’ve got exactly 60 seconds
to kiss me like a European
One short minute to show me how
You’ve got exactly 60 seconds to love me like a spy
I’ve seen those foreign films-do it-do it now
I’m in love, with a man who says “te amo”
I’m in love, he calls me “ma petite chou-chou”
I’m in love, and I try to speak the language
But I can’t understand a single word he’s saying…
Chorus
Robbie Schaefer © 1999 Mrs. Jenkins Productions/ASCAP