Pousse Cafe - Julie London

Pousse Café - Julie London
Written by：Hubert Spencer
I sat and sip pousse café
The others think it's just a drink
How can they know of a lesson it starts
It's like my heart it's in three parts
Why do I drink pousse café
Oh I don't know it once was so
I can't tell that it's a toast to a grand
It's on my lips I will listen
Once you're lips caress me tenderly
All that love love that would not go astray
And tears are just a memory
And a lonely drink of pousse café
Only one more pousse café
An aperitif can't bring relief
I'm a moth who went too close to the flame
I play for keeps you play the game
And so I linger here and sip pousse café