Mam'selle — Frank Sinatra

A small caf? mamselle, our rendezvous, mamselle.

The violins were warm and sweet, and so were you mamselle.

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 youll say goodbye,

Then violins will cry, and so will I mamselle.