It's just what I do

It's just what I do
To watch you smile
In that naked sort of way
In such earnest
To see the steam
Rise in white streams into the cool air
At an outdoor cafe
In Paris

It's just what you do
To playfully don your femininity
In that graceful kind of way
In such modest assuredness
To feel the string between us tug
At our curiosity and simple wonder
In Paris