Mam'selle - Frankie laine
Written by：Mack Gordon/Edmund Goulding
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
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
Some day you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
So will I 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
Some day you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
So will I mam'selle
Yes I cry mam'selle
