Lush Life - Roberta Gambarini, Hank Jones

I used to visit all the very gay places

Those come-what-may places

Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life

To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails

The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces

With distant gay 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 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

A trough full of hearts could only be a bore

A 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 a must 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

Of those whose lives are lonely too