CAN-CAN DANCERS' LEGS

 

We are French legs come out to play,  
Otherwise hid from light of day  
Under the petticoats and frocks  
(We must not give les cures shocks).  
 
To get your gaze we’re aiming high  
With our kicks from the knee and thigh,  
Clad in stockings that well define  
The curves that are our legs’ design.  
 
So come, watch the fair high kickers  
Flashing stockings and French knickers,  
Throwing their skirts up from behind,  
Impressing ideas in male mind.  
 
Come see our abandoned cartwheels  
That draw the audience's squeals.  
We dance with greatest energy  
To embody French liberty.  
 
We are the toasts of Paris gay,  
Bring excitement to greyest day.  
Come down and see us of a night;  
Men, it may whet your appetite.  
 
Want to get closer to a pair?  
There are more of us out there  
Within the maisons de plaisir  
That our City of Light has near.