I used to visit a

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

So 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 

Lone-

ly 

Too