April in Paris: the weather was perfect, the surroundings were legendary, romance was in the air. But Lucien Blake sat alone at a table in a sidewalk cafe, and he wasn't happy about it. As he sipped his espresso he watched the lovely ladies walk by. Paris certainly had plenty of them, but none of them was the right one. He emptied his cup and made up his mind to return to the hotel alone.
And then she walked past. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she strolled by him, her hips swaying seductively. He stood to see her more clearly, she was just that fascinating to him. He gave her his most dazzling smile, hoping she would stop and speak with him, but no, she continued on her way.
With a sigh of disappointment he watched her as she walked away from him. But then, just as he'd given up all hope, she turned back and walked directly toward him. The closer she got, the prettier she seemed to be.
When she reached him, she leaned close and spoke softly to him. "Lucien, you really must stop ogling me so shamelessly in public. What will people think?"
"They'll think I find you endlessly fascinating and breathlessly beautiful. Or they'll realize we're on our honeymoon, and I can't get enough of you," he said with utter honesty.
"Well, then, I think I've done quite enough shopping for today. Shall we?"
She took his arm and they headed for their hotel.
Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me
'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight