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
Through jazz and cocktails

The girls there all had sad
And sullen gray faces
With distant gay 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 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
Oh yeah, 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 trough full of hearts
Would only be a bore

A week in Paris
Would 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, 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
While I rot with the rest
Of those whose
Lifes are lonely too.

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