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.
Through jazz and coctails.

The girls I knew all had sad
and sullen gray faces.
With distant gay traces.
Where it would 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 pointed smile,
was tinged with a sadness.
Of a great love for me.
Ah yes, I was wrong.
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Life, is lonely again.
And only, last year...
everything seemed so sure.
Now life, is awful again.
A truffle of hearts....
could only be a bore.

A week, in Paris will
ease the bite of it.
All, 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 rocked....with the rest
Of those whos lives are...
Lonely too.