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 distant gay 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 of song
To tempt me to madness. I thought for a while 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 troughful of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris will 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