(J P Jowett / Chris Foster / Nigel Mullaney)
as recorded by Julie London
with Orchestra directed by Pete King
I sit and sip pousse cafe,
The others think
It's just a drink!
How can they know of the love song it starts?
It's like my heart,
It's in three parts!
Why do I drink pousse cafe?
Oh, I don't know,
It warms me so!
I can tell that it's a toast to a dream,
It's on my lips,
How near you seem!
Once your lips caressed me tenderly,
Offered love, love that would not go astray.
Empty arms and just a memory,
And a lonely drink of pousse cafe.
Pour me one more pousse cafe,
Can't bring relief!
I'm the moth who got too close to the flame;
I played for keeps, you played a game,
And so I linger here and sip pousse cafe.
(Transcribed by Peter Akers - May 2014)