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.From: "Elmer Yost"
