Jean-Pierre (Miles Davis) lyrics

I sketched out some lyrics to this minor Miles Davis funk classic yesterday.

They’re sweet and light and definitely old school – a little bit “Tisket A Tasket”, but then so is Miles’ tune – but at least nobody dies in them. (I took that verse out.) An acheivement. Enjoy.

Old man, Jean-Pierre,
I like the way you comb your hair,
I like your eyes, I like your smile,
I like the way you drive me…

Wild man, Jean Pierre,
I’ve heard you dance like Fred Astaire.
How ’bout a kiss? Something like this?
Maybe one day you’ll show me…

How you live your life.
I think I’d like to be your wife.
One cup of yours, two cups of mine.
We’ll grow old like finest Burgundy wine.