Standing on the stage, she looked at menOr maybe it could never benShe wouldn't look at me unless she knew the way that I need hernI really need hernnViola, Viola, Viola, noh oh ohnI really need younnViola, Viola, Viola, noh oh ohnI really love younnSee the way her stockings match her eyesnHear the way she sings and criesnA lovely ballad or perhaps an upbeat folk tune, or an originalnI am so pitifulnnViola, Viola, Viola,n oh oh ohnI really need younnViola, Viola, Viola, noh oh ohnI really love younnDo you have a lover?nDo you love him tenderly?nMaybe he's backstage, sipping whiskey patientlynWhen you are away, do you miss him horribly?nAnd if not...could it be me?nn