Mam’selle

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 seemed 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 seemed 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.