Monsieur Filou

I shiver when I think of you the awe I feel, the dill I am. So, from afar I watch, take in each move each fleshy groove the lanolin of lamb, crank up the dial by just one notch it spells filou, Monsieur Filou. What can I do, who can I be to wrap myself, with pointed knee around your Majesty's plumage? I'd pay, and play, I'd pray and say whatever the montage, forget the crew, there's only you who'd offer me a way. So, let me tell I wish you well, but I am always near. Send thoughts to me and know I shall find one discerning ear. It now is WE, Monsieur Filou, a matter not for you.