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 someman in a restaurant, Is that all you really want? No, Sophisticated lady, I know, you miss the loveyou 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 someman in a restaurant, Is that all you really want? No, Sophisticated lady, I know, you miss the loveyou lost long ago,and when nobody is nigh you cry.
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