Lush Life

We 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 men I knew had sad and solemn grey faces
With distingué traces
It used to be that 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 a great love for me
But I was wrong, yes, I was wrong

Now life is awful again
Why only last week everything seemed so sure
And life is awful again
A drawer full of hearts would only be a bore
Well, a week in Paris would ease the bite a bit
But I'll get along, I guess, in spite of this
And I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still burning inside my brain

Romance is mush, leading those who strive
And I'll lead a lush life in some small dive
And there I'll stay and I'll rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely, too