They say into, our early life romance came,

and in this heart of your burned a flame,

A flame that flickered one day and dies away.

Then, with disillusions deep in your eyes,

you learned that fools in love soon 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.

They say into, our early life romance came,

and in this heart of your burned a flame,

A flame that flickered one day and dies away.

Then, with disillusions deep in your eyes,

you learned that fools in love soon 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.