The street was narrow in France

So that you had to give way

If someone was coming towards you

Or you would bump into them.

Narrow streets on a rainy day

Are most foreboding at night.

Women usually didn't go out,

Too scarry for them or dangerous.

It seems I met a brave one

And she almost knocked me down.

Her thoughts were elsewhwere,

As she collided with me.

It led to a wonderful relationship,

And eventually to bed.

We were each others first,

But that didn't last, as we had many.