My mistress Josephine
Sends me a letter
She loves Napoleon
But wants something better
She don't dig his petty wars
His talk of days on the Jersey Shore
Pays more attention to his horse
Of course
She loves her modern-day expression
Gladiator games his obsession
She wants sonnets and legs of lamb
Settles for tracts of Italian Land
There's a voice inside her she don't understand
Is it me
Is it me baby
Is it me
Josephine
Napoleon and me we go drinking
He says her love for him is shrinking
I doubt my every single move
She's gonna be my Waterloo
I got everything I want girl
But I ain't got you
Chorus
If I had one wish
That wish would be
To lose all I hope for
And all that I dream
I'd sit and hold a smile for sure
Write in exile on Elba's shore
Lose what I want
Get what I need
Find myself walking down that beach
Maybe sip some drinks down by the sea
With Napoleon, Josephine & me
