(Verse 1)
In the back of French class, where we'd go,
Underneath the posters of Van Gogh.
With textbooks open, and pens in hand,
We found a new way to understand.

(Chorus)
I learnt how to kiss, in French class, ha ha ha,
Underneath the neon lights, we'd la la la.
With conjugations and accents, oh la la,
French lessons turned into muah muah muah.

(Verse 2)
Teacher said, "Practice makes perfect," you see,
But little did she know, what was happening with me.
With verbs and nouns flying, and grammar askew,
We kissed like lovers, without a clue.

(Bridge)
Oui oui, mon amour, we'd whisper with glee,
In the language of love, just you and me.
No need for translation, our passion soared,
In French class, we were adored.

(Chorus)
I learnt how to kiss, in French class, ha ha ha,
Underneath the desks, we'd cha cha cha.
With conjugations and accents, oh la la,
French lessons turned into muah muah muah.

(Outro)
So thank you, French class, for the lessons learned,
In the language of love, we yearned.
We may have failed the exam, but in love, we'd pass,
I learnt how to kiss, in French class, bwahahaha!