Mam'selleray doreya small cafe, mam'selle;a rendezvous, mam'selle.the violins were warm and sweetand so were you, mam'selle.and as the night danced byyour kiss became a sigh.your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just as wine does.no heart ever yearned as much as mine does for you.and yet i know, mamsellesome day you'll say "goodbye"then violins will cry, and so will imam'selle.