Song | Lush Life |
Artist | Natalie Cole |
Album | Unforgettable: With Love |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 troughful 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 willWhile yet you are still burning inside my brain | |
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive | |
I’ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there | |
I’ll be, while | |
I rotWith the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too |
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 troughful 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 willWhile yet you are still burning inside my brain | |
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there | |
I' ll be, while | |
I rotWith the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too |
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 troughful 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 willWhile yet you are still burning inside my brain | |
Romance is mush, stifling those who strive | |
I' ll live a lush life in some small dive | |
And there | |
I' ll be, while | |
I rotWith the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too |