Les femmes de la route

Remember that night in Stockholm
When, boldly you held my gaze
Brazen and lovely,
Deliciously lusty,
But the train swept me off on my way?

Remember those days spent in Prague
When I moped after you like a child
When Catholic creed
Kept you deaf to my need
But your kindly rebuke was quite mild?

Remember our time on La Rambla
When we never were sure of the line?
So we dined at Quatre Gats
And we put away that
And had us a wonderful time!