Yvette in English Songtext
von David Crosby

He met her in a French café
She slipped in sideways, like a cat
Sidelong glances, what a wary little stray
She sticks in his mind like that

Sayin′, "Avez vous un alumette"
With her lips wrapped around a cigarette
Yvette in English saying, "Please, have this
Little bit of instant bliss"

He's struggling with a foreign tongue
Reaching for words and drawing blanks
A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb
In a bistro on the left bank

"If I were a painter", Picasso said
"I′d paint this girl from toe to head"
Yvette in English saying, "Please, have this
Little bit of instant bliss"


Burgundy nocturne tips and spills
They move along nicely in the spreading stain
New chills, new thrills for the old uphill battle
How did he wind up here again?

Walking, talking, touched and scared
Uninsulated wires bare
Yvette in English goin', "Please, have this
Little bit of instant bliss"

What blew her like a leaf his way
Up in the air and down to Earth?
First she flusters, then she frays
So quick to question her own worth

Her cigarette burns her fingertips
It falls like fireworks, she curses it
Sweetly in English she says, "Please, have this
Little bit of instant bliss"

He sees her turn and walk away
Skittering like a cat on a stone
High heels clicking, what a wary little stray
She leaves him by the Seine alone


With black water and amber lights
A bony bridge between left and right
Yvette in English, saying, "Please, have this
Little bit of instant bliss"