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 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.