There's a Flaw in My Flue - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle

I used to sit by my fireplace

And dream about you.

But now that won’t do.

There’s a flaw in my flue

Your lovely face in my firplace

Was all that I saw

But now it won’t draw

My flue has a flaw

From every beautiful ember a memory arose

Now I try to remember and smoke gets in my nose

It’s not as sweet as the unit-heat

To dream about you

So darling, adieu

There’s a flaw in my flue.