To spend one night with you in our old rendez-vous,
and reminis with you, that’s my desire.
To hear you whisper low, just when it’s time to go.
Oh, cherry, I love you so, that’s my desire.
We’ll sip a little glass of wine.
I’ll gaze into your eyes devine.
And feel the touch of your lips pressing on mine.
To meet where gipsies play down in some dim cafe.
And dance till break of day, that’s my desire.