| They say into your early life romance came,
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| And in this heart of yours burned a flame,
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| A flame that flickered one day and died away,
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| Then, with disillusion deep in your eyes,
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| You learned that fools in love soon grow wise,
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| The years have changed you, somehow;
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| I see you now…
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| Smoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow,
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| Nonchalant, diamonds shining, dancing, dining
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| With some man in a restaurant
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| Is that all you really want?
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| No, Sophisticated Lady, I know,
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| You miss the love you lost long ago,
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| And when nobody is nigh you cry.
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| Is that all you really want?
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| No, Sophisticated Lady, I know,
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| You miss the heart you lost long ago,
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| And when nobody is nigh you cry. |