You danced every one of the dances
And never once thought of poor me!
Mon pauvre petit cœur! what a shiver
I felt as she danced the last set,
And you gave, oh, mon Dieu! to revive her,
My beautiful vinegarette.
Return, love! away with coquetting;
This flirting disgraces a man!
And ah! all the while you’re forgetting
The heart of your poor little Fan!