u are a French flapper
who loves everything
American; u smoke
my Lucky Strikes &  
do the black bottom;
If I were Man Ray I would
take ur picture but dada
means nothing to me;
when u speak I can't
understand a word but u
read American newspapers
to find out what movie
stars are wearing; u look at
film magazines to know
the latest Hollywood
scandals; I walk the
Left Bank checking out
what the *****-addicted
artists are creating
& to buy ***** for us
to smoke so u don't
smoke all of my Luckies;
u pass out on the chaise,
***** cigarette between
ur needle-like fingers;
I say I'm going out
to get cheese but u don't
hear me; just as well,
the cheese shop is closed &
the girl is waiting to let me in;
she always saves a
Roquefort for me to bring
home to u; u are a French
flapper who loves
everything American