They say into your early life romance came,
And in this heart of yours burned a flame
A flame that flickered one day and died away.
Then, with disillusion deep in your eyes,
You learned that fools in love soon grown wise
The years have changed you, somehow;
I see you know
Smoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant,
Diamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant,
Is that all your really want?
No, Sophisticated lady,
I know, you miss the love you lost long ago
And when nobody is nigh you cry
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