If you could catch a whiff of her scent
You'd always think she was, is and will be a saint
When I see her, I can't believe that she was sent
For me, I can't believe she's got any sentiment
This is why I can't handle her love, any shred, iota or percent
of it
A whiff, catch a whiff
Of her, trust me, it's as if
You're lying on sand, sprayed by sea, by a reef
Her whiff makes you feel as if
As if, you're being blown like a leaf
Like a French girl frenches you and says she has a kiffe
And at last, she'll make you feel like a king, her love makes you spiff