Dear Dorothy Dix, I'm in an awful fix I thought he was in love with me but found that he was only up to his old tricks Dear Emily Post, no wiser eye than most Please exercise your nimble brain and tell me how a guy can entertain a ghost So I'm writing to you for advice, ladies The situation isn't very nice, ladies I find myself completely at a loss, ladies My heart and not my mind is boss So I walk a little too fast And I drive a little too fast And I'm reckless, it's true But what else can you do At the end of a love affair So I talk a little too much And I laugh a little too much And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd So the people are apt to stare Do they know, do they care that it's only That I'm lonely and low as can be And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all So I smoke a little too much And I drink just a little too much And the tunes I request are not always the best But the ones where the trumpets blare And I go at a maddening pace And I pretend that it's taking his place But what else can you do At the end of a love affair