| 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 |