Viola lyrics

Standing on the stage, she looked at me Or maybe it could never be She wouldn't look at me unless she knew the way that I need her I really need her Viola, Viola, Viola, oh oh oh I really need you Viola, Viola, Viola, oh oh oh I really love you See the way her stockings match her eyes Hear the way she sings and cries A lovely ballad or perhaps an upbeat folk tune, or an original I am so pitiful Viola, Viola, Viola, oh oh oh I really need you Viola, Viola, Viola, oh oh oh I really love you Do you have a lover? Do you love him tenderly? Maybe he's backstage, sipping whiskey patiently When you are away, do you miss him horribly? And if not...could it be me?