(1945) mack gordon, harry warren. . The more I see you,. The more I want you.. Somehow this feeling. Just grows and grows.. With every sigh I become more mad about you,.
A small cafe mam'selle. A rendezvous mam'selle. The violins were warm and sweet and so were you mam'selle. And as the night danced by. Her kiss became a sigh.