I, I used to visit all these very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get a feel of life From jazz and cocktails ♪ The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces With distant gay traces That used to be there You could see where they've been washed away By too many through the day Twelve o'clock tales
Then suddenly you came along With a siren song 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 trough full of hearts will probably be a bore, a bore
A week I might go to Paris At least a bite of it All, all I want to do is laugh in spite of it I'll forget you, I will And yet you are still Burning inside my brain Romance is mush And it stifles those who strive Well I'll live a lush life in some small dive And I, I'll be alright with the rest All those whose lives are lonely too