MAMīSELLE

 

A small cafe, mamīselle. A rendezvous, mamīselle.

The mandolins were warm and sweet and so were you, mamīselle.

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 - yearn for you.

 

And yet I know too well, someday youīll say goodbye.

The bandolins will cry and so will I, mamīselle - mamīselle

 

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da...

 

And as the night danced by a kiss became a sigh.

 

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da...

 

And yet I know too well, someday youīll say goodbye.

The bandolins will cry and so will I, mamīselle - mamīselle.

 

Da-da-da-da-da-da...

 

Mamīselle!