They say into your early life romance came, And in this heart of yours burned a flame, A flame that flick-ered 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 Bridge: Smoking and drinking, Never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant, Diamonds shining, Dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant. Is that all you really want? No, Sophistcated Lady, I know you miss the love you lost long ago, And when nobody is nigh, you cry, You cry, you cry.