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 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 awhile that your poignant smile

Was tinged with the 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 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

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

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 liv