Foreign Affair

A one in a million chance You know the moment that you crossed over the line A casual glance No one has to read between the lines In the South of France, it was spring time Special feelings come alive "There's romance in the air", so they say Love could be a small café away Love is a piece of cake And making love is all there is to eat But it's a heart out of a lamb When you start to feel forever in a kiss But you must remember there's no point of refuge You only have a part in a lover's play And you could be the one left in the dark If someone takes a shortcut to your heart And all too soon you're touching for the last time No one has to tell you how it is It's just a memory two people share File it under foreign affair, oh File it under foreign affair File it, file it under affair, oh File it under foreign affair File it under foreign affair