Julie London — Pousse Cafe

I sit and sip Pousse Café 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 Café? Oh I don't know, it warms me so I can't tell that it's a toast to a dream It's on my lips, how near you a seem Once your lips caress me tenderly Offered low love that would not go astray Empty arms and just a memory And a lonely drink of Pousse Café Pour me one more Pousse Café An aperitif 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 Café