And then I didn't believe it either, but I'm not into furniture.

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He was on a buying trip to Paris, but he didn’t speak their lingo,
He was with a furniture business on a downtown street in Reno,

Met a stunning beauty at the hotel check in drive,
Too bad they couldn’t talk, but their language didn’t jive,

He was quite impressed and wanted to know her better,
But English didn’t match the French, even to a letter,

Hey now here’s an idea, it might be a stretch,
I’m not the greatest artist, but I’ll draw her a sketch,

He drew up a taxi and pointed to the local park,
The girl seemed quite delighted , maybe he had hit the mark,

He then drew up a table in a restaurant type setting,
At her nod, he knew that warmer things were getting,

Dinner over, he sketched two dancing figures having fun,
This really broke the ice and they enjoyed till day was done,

Night clubs , shows and champagne, they ran around till closing,
The girl then took the pencil, looked like she was drawing clothing,

But no it was a sketch of a French four poster bed,
Said, I’ll be damned , he took her home, and nothing more was said,

But two years later,still mystified by how this girl could possibly know,
He was in the furniture buying business way back home in Reno.