Viola Lyrics

This Is Ivy League Viola

Standing on the stage, she looked at meOr 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?