Pardon My French

As I was dining a la carte
Awaiting my entree,
A mademoiselle with joie de vivre
Showed her decollete.

"Cherie, I cried, "it's deja vu!
I've seen those breasts before.
Do you recall our rendezvous
When we struck up rapport?"

"That pas de deux's a faux pas past,"
She said with some ennui.
"A quick grope down the cul de sac,
A fast fait accompli."

"But now I'm nouveau riche," I quipped,
"A famous raconteur.
I'm avant-garde, a bon vivant,
I 'ave my own chauffeur.

My concierge's uniform's
The height of haute couture.
When I get pissed upon the piste
It's champagne, that's for sure.

For breakfast I have crepes suzettes,
For dinner creme brulee.
Will you attend my small soiree,
Repondez s'il vous plait.

Your skin is sweet cafe au lait,
And, oh, your derriere!
Cherchez la femme's my raison d'etre
There's no more laissez faire."

Money speaks - a cliche, but
It proved the coup de grace,
For as we smooched en route to home
She offered no impasse.

And now denouement to my tale,
At my place (or Chez Moi)
Where my fiancee waited
For risque menage a trois!