a small cafe, mam'selle a rendevous, 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