I used to visit 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
  
  All the men 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 knew all the while
  that your poignant smile
  was tinged with the sadness of a
  great love for me
  oh, yes I was wrong
  again I was wrong
  
  Now life is lonely again
  and only last year everything
  seemed so sure
  now life is awful again
  a troughful of hearts would only
  be a bore
  a week in Paris will ease the bite
  of it
  but all I really care
  is to smile in spite of it
  I'll forget you
  I will and 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