Elizabeth: Oh Freddie. Freddie, I miss you so much
Life is absolute - Dry martini James, and I mean dry - hell without you.
I’m so…so…so…
Alone
On my French ivory phone
Adrift in a sea of ennui
Just twenty-two servants and me
(to waiter) Not dry enough.
Alone
Here I am on my own
Champagne and foie gras
Just twenty-two garcon and moi
(to waiter) Not dry enough.
I’m so lost without you
Life doesn’t seem right
Although it’s petrous they’re pouring
I find it all boring
I need you to get through the night
(to waiter) Too dry.
Alone
I’m so freaking alone
Dancing ‘till half-past three
Just twenty-two playboys and me
Keep your gala premieres
They bore me to tears
I always feel blue
At a fancy to-do
Who needs elation
Delightful sensation
I don’t want fun
I want you
But I’m flying solo
‘Cause I’m so oh-so alone
Alone
Alone!