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 distingué traces
That used to be there you could see where
They'd been washed away
By too many through the day
Twelve o'clocktailsThen you came along with your siren's song
To tempt me to madness
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 wrongLife is lonely again
And only last year
Everything seemed so assured
Now life is awful again
A thoughtful of heart
Could only be a boreA week in Paris could ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile in spite of it
I'll forget you, I will
Oh yet you are still
Burning inside my brain
Songwriters
BILLY STRAYHORNPublished by
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