[DUCHESS]
The little naked boy
Whose realm is the romantic
Can bring you endless joy
And then can drive you frantic
With love he loves to toy
You burn and then you shiver
Through the magic quiver
Of the little naked boy

[ANGELA]
Many's the time he wrinkles your brow
Unstrings the strings of your heart

[DUCHESS & ANGELA]
Many's the time you say, "From now
I'll dodge whenever he aims his dart"

[NARRATOR, spoken]
Now we leave this weeping pair
And fly abroad to Paris where
We're greeted by a vibrant throng
Keen to sing "The Paris Song"