Mam'selle
Montmartre Serenade: A Love Story in Spring
Lyrics
It was Montmartre
Setting the scene in Montmartre.
It was midnight Come to think of it
Reflecting on the time—midnight.
It was spring
Contextualizing the season as spring.
There was music I was listening
Awareness of music in the surroundings.
Then in the room somewhere someone began to sing
Introduction of a serenade sung by someone in the room.
This serenade made for remembering
Noting that the serenade is designed for reminiscing.
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Describing a small cafe named "Mam'selle."
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
Highlighting Mam'selle as the meeting place.
The violins were warm and sweet
Commenting on the warm and sweet sound of violins.
And so were you, Mam'selle
Noting the warmth and sweetness of Mam'selle herself.
And as the night danced by
Observing the passage of time as the night progresses.
A kiss became a sigh
Describing the transition from a kiss to a sigh.
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle
Complimenting Mam'selle's sparkling, lovely eyes.
Just like wine does
Drawing a comparison between the sparkle of eyes and wine.
No heart ever yearned the way mine does for you
Expressing an intense yearning in the heart.
And yet I know too well
Acknowledging the inevitable farewell in the future.
Some day you'll say goodbye
Anticipating a time when Mam'selle will say goodbye.
Then violins will cry
Foreseeing the emotional response with crying violins.
And so will I, Mam'selle
Expressing personal sorrow when Mam'selle bids farewell.
A small cafe, Mam'selle
Reiteration of Mam'selle as the small cafe.
Our rendezvous, Mam'selle
Reaffirming Mam'selle as the rendezvous point.
The violins were warm and sweet
Repeating the pleasant qualities of the violins.
And so were you, Mam'selle
Reiterating the warmth and sweetness of Mam'selle.
And as the night danced by
Recalling the passage of time and romantic moments.
A kiss became a sigh
Emphasizing the intimate connection between a kiss and a sigh.
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle
Reiterating admiration for Mam'selle's sparkling eyes.
Just like wine does
Comparing the sparkle of eyes to the effervescence of wine.
No heart ever yearned the way mine does for you
Reiterating the intense yearning in the heart for Mam'selle.
And yet I know too well
Acknowledging the inevitability of future goodbyes.
Some day you'll say goodbye
Anticipating Mam'selle's eventual farewell.
Then violins will cry
Reiterating the expected emotional response with crying violins.
And so will I, Mam'selle
Expressing personal sorrow and tears when Mam'selle says goodbye.
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