Only a glass of champagne
But it's led a poor girl into sin
Only a glass of champagne
Was the door where the devil crept in
It's just an old story, it's always the same
Just like a poor moth she flew too near the flame
She opened her wings and she lost her good name
All through a glass of champagne
Here is the picture, a man and a girl
Strolling along in the shade
He is a Marquis, the son of an Earl
And she is a pure village maid
He tells her he loves her again and again
She thinks he is loyal and true
And then comes the night that he gives her champagne
And does what he ought not to do!
And she lost her honour in sorrow and pain
With her false lover she pleaded in vain
But by the next morning, she'd lost it again
And it was all through a glass of champagne
So all you young maidens, take warning from her
If you're taken out by a Lord or a Sir
Be careful you don't let the same thing occur
All through a glass of champagne
If he gives you a glass of champagne