كلمات Soft Touch

Here I sit In my red chapeau The table's dimly lit As I take off my coat Didn't you say That you'd meet me Here at eight And I wonder Are you always This late Time drips by Down the window pane My hopes evaporate and Come down with the rain Storms in the forecast And now it's quarter past And I wonder How long will this last Cause I am a soft touch The face on my watch And the hands Tell me as much I think It's about time that The rain and I resign And I wonder When will that sun shine The waiter comes through "Anything for mademoiselle?" At a table for two I order for myself I finish up my tea and I Bid the night "Bon nuit" And I won't wonder What might have been No I won't wonder What might have been