I used to visit all the very [bad word] places
 [bad word] what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life...
From jazz and [bad word] 

The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distant [bad word] 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 of 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,
troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
week in Paris will ease the bite of it,
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 rot
With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too..