France vs. Germany: The part where I have to leave my car behind

I'm in love again. In love with a new German. I'll keep My Own German. But wonder if I should not go for a second one.

Karmann Ghia.

As a woman, you're convinced that doesn't sound German.

As a man, bells start ringing.

Indeed. Karmann Ghia is a car. A German car.

There goes my belief in my fancy French cabriolet.

Cause eye in eye with Karmann Ghia, I got swept of my feet. Small and stylish. Can't be German. But it is. A Volkswagen. Designed by Italians, I read later - what does not suprise me.

But still. German.

I have to admit... It's the second German I fall for.

And there is still no French men to see...

I'm loosing track of the score...