The Ballroom of Romance

In the ballroom of romance

Bridie's waiting for a dance

With her back pressed to the wall

She lets the lamplight stripe her hands

She smells the perfume of her friends

"Soir de Paris"

No news from France

No news at all

Secret glancing, the little schemes

Have proven false elusive dreams

We kissed, he said good-bye

Sent away to foreign shores

He's writing home, he dances no more

No news from France tonight

Maybe sad they sent him off

To fight in some far distant land

Maybe sad to see us part

Baby said the last dance is saved for me

And for some quick romance

The last waltz lingers in our heart

In the ballroom of romance

Bridie's waiting for a dance

With her back pressed to the wall

She lets the lamplight stripe her hands

She smells the perfume of her friends

"Soir de Paris"

No news from France

No news at all