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 grow wise,
The years have changed you somehow, I see now.
Smoking, drinking, never thinking
of tomorrow, non-chalant
Diamonds shining, dancing, dining
with some man in a restaurant.
Is that all you really want?
No. Sophisticated Lady, I know
You missed a love you lost long ago,
And when nobody is neigh,
You cry at night
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