Oliver Reed was being mischievous
On the aeroplane back from the court
Mona Lisa was smiling
On your way to the jurisdiction
Drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes
In the Place de la République
Sat in the sun also on the steps
Of the Musée du Louvre
Later with your esteemed translator
Stood in front of the judge who said
We don’t allow you to walk away
We don’t want you to walk away
Yet your smile soon disarmed him
Your infectious enthusiasm
Won them all over
Until the day when you walked away
