(written by Billy Strahorn)
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 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
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
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 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
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
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