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I used to visit all the very gay placesThose come what may placesWhere one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of lifeTo get the feel of lifeFrom jazz and cocktails.The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray facesWith distant gay tracesThat used to be there you could see where they'd been washed awayBy too many through the dayTwelve o'clock tales.Then you came along with your siren of songTo tempt me to madness!I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadnessOf a great love for me.Ah yes! I was wrongAgain,I was wrong.Life is lonely again,And only last year everything seemed so sure.Now life is awful again,A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.A week in Paris will ease the bite of it,SongtexteAll I care is to smile in spite of it.I'll forget you, I willWhile yet you are still burning inside my brain.Romance is mush,Stifling those who strive.I'll live a lush life in some small diveAnd there I'll be, while I rotWith the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too Aus Songtexte Mania