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Текст песни Viola

Standing on the stage, she looked at me
Or maybe it could never be
She wouldn't look at me unless she knew the way that I need her
I really need her

Viola, Viola, Viola,
oh oh oh
I really need you

Viola, Viola, Viola,
oh oh oh
I really love you

See the way her stockings match her eyes
Hear the way she sings and cries
A lovely ballad or perhaps an upbeat folk tune, or an original
I am so pitiful

Viola, Viola, Viola,
oh oh oh
I really need you

Viola, Viola, Viola,
oh oh oh
I really love you

Do you have a lover?
Do you love him tenderly?
Maybe he's backstage, sipping whiskey patiently
When you are away, do you miss him horribly?
And if not...could it be me?