Letras
A table near the band, a small one
Some cigarettes, a drink, yes, a tall one
And waiter, I could use a chaser for my blues
Tonight I mustn't think of him, music maestro, please
Tonight, tonight I must forget those precious hours
But no hearts and flowers, play your lilting melodies
Ragtime, jazztime, swing, any old thing
To help me ease the pain that solitude can bring
He used to like waltzes, so please don't play a waltz
He danced divinely and I loved him so
But there I go, tonight I mustn't think of him
No more memories, so play, tonight
I must forget, music maestro, please
Music maestro, please