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 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 talesThen 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 meAh yes, I was wrong
Again, I was wrongLife is lonely again
And only last year everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful againA troughful 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 itIll forget you, I will
While yet you are still burning inside my brain
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive
Ill live a lush life in some small diveAnd there Ill be, while I rot
With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too