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 cocktalis
The girls & knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingue 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 you’r siren’s song
To tempt me to mad ness
I thought for a while that your pointed 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 las year
Everything seemed so assured
Now life is awful again
A throughtful of heats could only be a bore
A week in Brussel could ease the bite of it
All I cate is to smlie in spite of it
l’ll forget you, I will
While yet you are still
Running 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 live are
lonely too