Champagne

In the blue smoke rings I see her.
Beautiful to see her sweet smile again
On his arm she looks so lovely
In my hand a glass of champagne
We used to sit together
at that table in this bar.
Her eyes so bright and blue
Now she sits here close you.
Don’t let her look don’t let her see
Please don’t let her turn to look at me.
The cigarette smoke is burning in my eye
That’s why my tears are falling
Grown men just do not cry.
A drink it helps to fight the pain.
I lift my glass and sip Champagne.
They dance so happy close together  
Just them two upon the floor.
I leave my champagne on the bar.
And quietly walk out of the door.