Château de Chenonceau
I walk the formal gardens with elegance and poise,
dressed in fine gowns, I turn the heads of many boys.
I dance and dine in great halls draped in gilded finery
Hold my own with the plastics who are impressed by much pedantry
But should you care to really know me, if you are man enough to dare
Cross the river to the forest, you will find my true heart there.