They say into your early like to 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 grow wise.
The years have changed you somehow;
I see you now...
Smoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow,
nonchalant,
Diamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant,
Is that all you really want? No, sophisticated lady,
I know, you miss the love you lost long ago,
and when nobody is nigh you cry.