The Duchess Of Orleans
Please pardon me your Highness
For seeming so forlorn
A thief by trade they knows me
For you I am reborn
There are men that knows me well
I won't be cruel
I'm just a NOT KNOWN
Please come a little closer
That I may see your face
Pray hold your lantern higher
It's clearer now but wait
Heaven knows I could be wrong
To love a guy like you
Your rags and my riches won't do
Thought I'd found the perfect love
Writer/s: Alan Shacklock
