Wherever I go, they mention my name And that in itself is some sort of fame Come by for a drink, we're having a game Wherever I go, I'm glad that I came The talk is quite gay, the company fine There's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine And wonderful men and summer's been mine But often my eyes see a different shine They call me Crochet and Mademoiselle And I must admit, I like it quite well It's something to be the darling of all, the grand femme fatale A bell of the ball And sometimes I drink too much with the crowd And sometimes I laugh a little too loud My head may be aching, but it's unborn And sometimes I see it all through a cup Are the apple trees, sunlit memories, where the hammock swung? On our backs sweet lie, gazing at the sky, 'til the stars were strung Only last July, when the world was young