Waltz at Maxim’s (She Is Not Thinking Of Me)

She's so gay tonight

She's like spring tonight

She's a rollicking, frolicking thing tonight

So disarming

Soft and charming

She is not thinking of me

No, she's not thinking of me

In her eyes tonight

There's a glow tonight

They're so bright they could light Fontainebleau tonight

She's so gracious

So vivacious

She is not thinking of me

Bless her little heart

Crooked to the core

Acting out her part

What a rollicking, frolicking bore!

She's such fun tonight

She's a treat tonight

You could spread her on bread, she's so sweet tonight

So devoted

Sugar-coated

That it's heartwarming to see

Oh, she's simmering with love

Oh, she's shimmering with love

Oh, she's not thinking of me

She is not thinking of me

Someone has set her on fire

Is it Jacques or Paul or Léon?

Who's turning her furnace up higher?

Oh, she's hot, but it's not

For Gaston

Oh, she's gay tonight

Oh, so gay tonight

A gigantic, romantic cliché tonight

How she blushes

How she gushes

How she fills me with ennui

She's so ooh la la la la

So untrue, la la la la

Oh, she's not thinking of me