I used to visit all the very gay places. Those come-what-may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life. To get the feel of life
From jazz and cocktails
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces with distingué traces
That used to be there You could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day Twelve o'clock tales
Then you came along with your siren of song To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me
Ah yes, I was wrong Again I was wrong
Life is lonely again and only last year everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again A troughful of hearts Could only be a bore
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it. All I care is to smile in spite of it
I'll forget you, I will while yet you are still
Burning inside my brain. Romance is mush stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life In some small dive
And there I'll be where I'll rot
With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too