But, you see, said the handsome young man with the
chamois
gloves
to the woman rather older than himself,
if you don’t use rouge and a lipstick, in Paris,
they’ll take you for a woman of the
people.
So spoke the British gentleman
pulling on his chamois gloves
and using his most melodious would-be-Oxford voice.
And the woman said: Dear me!
how rough that would be on you, darling!
Only, if you insist on pulling on those chamois gloves
I swear I’ll pull off my knickers, right in the Rue de la
Paix.