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 men 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 tales

Then 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 me
Oh yes, I was wrong, again, I was wrong

Life is lonely again and only last year
Everything seems so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
I just care is to smile inspite of it

I'll forget you, I will
But yet you are still
Burnin' inside my brain
Romance is mush

Striving 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 lives are lonely too