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 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