MAMīSELLE
A small cafe, Mamīselle, a rendezvous, Mamīselle.
The bandolins are warm and sweet and so are 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 you'll say goodbye.
The bandolins will cry and so will I, Mamīselle (Mamīselle)

Da-da-da-da-da-da…

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

Da-da-da-da-da-da…

 

And yet I know too well, someday you'll say goodbye.
The bandolins will cry and so will I, Mamīselle (Mamīselle)

 

Da-da-da-da-da-da…

Mamīselle.

 

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