I used to visit all the very gay places,
Those come with many places,
Where one may 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 solid gray faces,
With distant gateways
That used to be there you could see where they can
watch the way.
But too many through the day,
Twelve o'clock cocktails
Then you came along with your silent soul to take me
to madness,
I thought for a while that your pointless smile was
changed with the sadness of a great love for me.
Oh 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 trifle of hearts could only be awful
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it,
All I carry it to smile inspite of it,
I'll forget you I will get you a still burning inside my brain.
Romance is much stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life in some small town and there
I'll be while I rot with the rest, of those whose lives
are lonely too.