Mam'selle

Mam'Selle (亲爱的小姐) - Johnny Hartman

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 rendevous 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 mine does for you

And get I know too well

Someday you'llsay goodbye

Then violins will cry

And so will I Mam'selle

This serenade made for remembering

Our rendevous Mam'selle