Hotly blonde, vaguely French Bee-stung lips make me want to fetch My bone for you On all fours, breaking my back Performing a tour De France on your kibbles and bits. I don't care that you were Quentin's best friend's junkie whore Or white and light in Kieslowski's midday chore Or wolfy and toothy and sexy in that remake bore Although queer to the core You have me swinging Kinsey style Across the scale A mad dog in heat on the floor. Shake that song, strum that ass. Sunrise, Sunset. Sunrise, Sunset. Please, Julie Delpy, Don't make me saddy. I'll get jiggy like a Saint Patrick's Day Paddy. Just let me be your baby daddy.