Texty: Barbara Dickson. After Dark. Lush Life.

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 men I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingue 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

But 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 great love for me
But I was wrong
I was wrong

Life is lonely again
And only last year, everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A drawer full of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris couse ease the bite of it
All I really care is to smile in spite of it

I'll forget you, I will
And yet you are still
Burning inside my brain
Romance is mush
Stifling those who strive
I'll live the lush life in some small dive
And there I'll be, while I drift with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely too