Cherie

Cherie, Cherie, I dreamt that you were mine

But like all dreams, it withered on the vine

I imagined your love was true

Which only shows, how little I knew.

And when they asked me how, I get along without you

I joke about the smoke, that’s in my eyes

But when I’m all alone, Cherie, Cherie

Your photograph is there, to laugh at all my lies.

So now I know, my dream is all in vain

Yet all the while, a voice I can’t explain

Keeps repeating, come back to me

Be mine forever, be my Cherie.