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 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

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 in there there I'll be

While I rot with the rest of those

Whose lives are lonely too

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