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 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 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 lonely too