I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheels of life To get a 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 tales Then you came along with your siren song And it tempts me to madness I thought for a while that your poignant smile Was tinged with the sadness Of a great love for me But, I was wrong I was wrong Life is lonely again And only last week 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 want to do is love in spite of it I'll forget you, I will Yet you are still Burning inside my brain Romance is mush It stifles 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