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.