Helen has eyes as dark as blackend pans
 Shell read your tea-cups and the palms of your hands
 she's got this humor that plays havoc with her mouth
 You may think she's present but her mind, is travelling south
 she's very sexy in an urban kind of way
 She loves her coffee her cigarettes and her cafes
 
Helen vous ete plus tres femme
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme
 
Now Helen claimed she was a witch when she was five
 This self confession came as no surprise (as no surprise)
 Her mother said that she was mysterious (oh yeah)
 We never really took her serious (aahhh)
 And then one day when we were walking down the street
 Helen just vanished this was a habit she'd repeat
 
Helen vous ete plus tres femme (ohh mysterious)
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (simply more than the average woman)
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (ohhh)
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (yeah)
 
Now Helens girlfriends are few and far between
 and on the rare occasions she lets them in
 Im glad to be considered a kindred soul
 But what she really thinks of me, hey I'll never know
 
Helen vous ete plus tres femme
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (you are mysterious yeah)
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (youre gorgeous
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (I love this song it's so stupid)
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (You are so mysterious)
 Helen vous ete plus tres femme (gorgeous)