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 love you

Viola

Viola

Viola

Oh oh oh

I really need 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 love you

Viola

Viola

Viola

Oh oh oh

I really need 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