A small caf, mam'selle
Our rendez-vouz, 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.
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