I, I used to visit all this 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
12 o'clock tales
Then someday you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while, your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me
But I was wrong
I was wrong
Life is lonely again
And only last week, everything seemed so sure
Oh, life will be awful again
A thought full of hearts would probably be a bore, a bore
A week, I might go to Paris, will ease the bite of it
All, all I want to laugh 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
Well, I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I'll be, I rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely too
Thank you, we gotta go now
Thank you, Michael
Call me, Reggie
Thank you very much
