I used to visit all the very gay places

Those come-what-may places

I used to visit all the very gay places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life

From jazz and @@#!tails.

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 a while 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 there I'll be, while I rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely too