A small Caf
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