I used to visit all the 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 grey faces
With distance 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 a while that your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness of 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 while yet you are still burning
Inside my brain
Romance is much stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I will be while I rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely too