 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'clock-tails
Then you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile
Was tinged with a sadness
Of a great love for me
Ah, yes, I was wrong
Again, I was wrong
Life is lonely, again
And only last year everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful, again
A 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 it
I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still
Burning inside my brain
Romance is mush
Stifling 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...
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