They say into your early life romance came,
and in this heart of yours burned a flame,
A flame that flickered one day and died away.
Then, with disillusion 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.