Hasta Manana, Monsieur - Sparks

I tried to tell you in the night

That with a girl like you I could do without guided tours

You tried to tell me in the day

That your leading exports were textiles and iron ore

Hasta Mañana Monsieur

Were the only words that I knew for sure

Hasta Mañana Monsieur

Were the three little words that I knew you’d adore

Leaving my syntax back at school

I was thrown for a loss over gender and simple rules

You mentioned Kant and I was shocked

You know, where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues

Hasta Mañana Monsieur

Were the only words that I knew for sure

Hasta Mañana Monsieur

I’m gonna do it now

C’est la vie, c’est la mort, say no more, no no more

It’s all the same

Whether here or there or anywhere

There’s them who have

And there are the others who have not

Kimono my house mon amour

I am sure that this motion don’t need no accompanying words

Guess I was wrong because you’ve fled

Leaving me with my Michelin Guide and half-empty foreign bed

Hasta Mañana Monsieur

Were the only words that I knew for sure

Hasta Mañana Monsieur

Were the three little words that I knew you’d adore