|
A small cafe, Mam'selle |
|
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle |
|
The violins were warm and sweet |
|
And so were you, Mam'selle |
|
And as the night danced by a kiss became a sigh |
|
Your lovely eyes seem to sparkle just like wine does |
|
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you |
|
And yet I know too well |
|
Someday you'll say goodbye |
|
Then violins will cry |
|
And so will I, Mam'selle |
|
And as the night danced by a kiss became a sigh |
|
Your lovely eyes seem to sparkle just like wine does |
|
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you |
|
And yet I know too well |
|
Someday you'll say goodbye |
|
Then violins will cry |
|
And so will I, Mam'selle |
