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 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 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 trough full 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 a must 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 lives are lonely too
Of those whose lives are lonely too