She walks in Italian, she dances in Greek,|
She runs in Roumanian, climbs Austrian peaks.
She's a creature of her culture - Aphrodite's child.
She's terribly civilised but still a little wild.
She argues in German, agrees in Portuguese,
Europeënne EuropeënneShe eats pizza and paella, and haggis and foie gras;
From the Urals to the continental shelf,
Crême brulée and syllabub, sachertort and baklava;
Emmental and Stilton, Edam and Brie.
You are what you eat, she says - and she tastes good to me.
Oh, she smiles in Swedish with sly Irish wink.
Europeënne EuropeënneShe's Guinevere in Gaultier, Brünnhilde in blue jeans.
In London, Paris, Copenhagen, Rome,
Marianne in Armani - a queen among queens.
Lorelei in Laurent - Venus in a shell.
Over-dressed or naked, she always wears it well.