mam'selle

it was montmartre

it was midnight come to think of it

it was spring

there was music i was listening

then in the room somewhere someone began to sing

this serenade made for remembering

a small cafe

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 mine does for you

and yet i know too well

some day you'll say goodbye

then violins will cry

and so will i

mam'selle

a small cafe

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 mine does for you

and yet i know too well

some day you'll say goodbye

then violins will cry

and so will i

mam'selle