A pink cocktail for a blue lady
And waiter, don't tell her it's from me
For you see that lovely, lonely lady
Whose thoughts seem far away
Was once the toast of Vienna
When Vienna was gay
You see, waiter, once she thrilled millions
How crazy this world turned out to be
A pink cocktail for a blue lady
And fill this empty glass for me...
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