A one in a million chance. You know the moment that you cross over the line. A casual glance. No one has to read between the lines. In the south of France it was springtime. Special feelings come alive. There's romance in the air so they say. Love could be a small cafe away. Love is a piece of cake. And making love is all there is to eat. It's a heart out of a limb. When yoy start to feel forever in a kiss. But you must remember there's no point of refuge. You only have a part in a lover's play. And you could be the one left in the dark. If someone takes a shortcut to your heart. All too soon you're touching for the last time. No one has to tell you how it is. It's just a memory two people share. File it under Foreign Affair. File it under Foreign Affair. File it under Foreign Affair. File it file it under Affair. File it under Foreign Affair. Foreign Foreign Foreign Affairs. Translated by: Andre Luiz Pinto