I once would receive invitations
for cocktails on top of the RitzI'd take without hesitation
All of the glamour and glitzBut I'll let you in on a secret
Diamonds are just little rocks
At broad daylight
they sparkle so bright
There's not much to see in the darkI once had a vintage Ferrari
Gave it to Jean-Luc GodardCrossed many seas on a hot air balloon
to spoonfeed the lions caviarI soon developed an interest
to come home and kick off my shoes
Crank up my old Victroller
Cause there's nothing like feeling the bluesNothing can ease the heartache
From that boy going awayThe Ritz is no fun at a table for one
It's all folly and phony I'd sayI've meditated with Ghandi
Then sailed to Bali for an afternoon swimStill couldn't shake off the longing
For one more tomorrow with himSo I'll drink a toast to the memories
of all that we used to beAll that I have are these daydreams
Until he comes back to meOoooooo ooooh ooo ooo ooo
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ooo ooo ooo oooI've come to this final conclusion
Of things that are not to beLife's a despairing illusion
Until he comes back to meooo ooo ooo oooooooooo