Writer(s): cahn/bernstein

When they see monique, i know they’ll understand

Monique, monique
I’ve hungered so for this
Monique, monique
The magic of your kiss

Monique, monique
Was paris always there
Monique, monique
I didn’t know or care

But why am i dancing, my friends may well demand
I’ll tell them monique, monique held my hand
When they see monique, i’m sure they’ll understand