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 cocktailsThe girls I 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 talesThen you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me
Ah yes, I was wrong, again I was wrongLife 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 could ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile in spite of it
Songwriters
BILLY STRAYHORNPublished by
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