Verse 1 They say he stands where cold winds blow, With shining platinum hair, His face so sharp it cuts the fog, Like God took extra care. Never laughs, never smiles, Never falters in his stride, Just looks you through and weighs you up Like something he might ride. Chorus Oh sing of the Maid of Mont Blanc, A femme fatale with icy eyes. Every man in all of France Would take him as a bride. The French don’t march for flag or king, They march for Lady Lucien. They don’t win their wars with steel, But with what makes them men. Verse 2 The boys are stiff and trying not To stare too long; they're awed, But every bastard in his ranks Looks at him like he’s God. Clean lines, clean boots, clean kill, Not a single word to spare, Makes men forget what side they’re on The Maid is just too fair. Chorus Oh sing of the Maid of Mont Blanc, A femme fatale with icy eyes. Every man in all of France Would take him as a bride. The French don’t march for flag or king, They march for Lady Lucien. They don’t win their wars with steel, But with what makes them men. Verse 3 They say he breaks them quick and clean, He doesn’t pause or play, But half of all his bloody work Is done before the fray. He’s lithe and light, a damn sharp sword, And shapely in all the wrong ways. Michael’s Sword or Lucifer’s Shade. A blizzard with a blade. Verse 4 He can keep his icy silence, He can keep his white throne, The French can keep their frozen minx; The one God carved from stone. If looks could kill we’d all be dead Before the bugle sounds, France would win on pretty sins And leave us in the ground. Bridge If the Maid is coming, don’t stand and stare. Instead, you’d better pray. If the last you see is the Maid’s pale face Give Death a kiss; And know God’s grace. Final Chorus Oh sing of the Maid of Mont Blanc, A femme fatale with icy eyes. Every man in all of France Would take him as a bride. The French don’t march for flag or king, They march for Lady Lucien. They don’t win their wars with steel, But with what makes them men. Outro The Maid of Mont Blanc, The Lady Lucien, Look on safely, from afar, But mind yourself, my friend. The Maid of Mont Blanc, The queen of ice and snow. Don’t forget what else he is, For beauty’s just the show.
