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