Lorenz hart / richard rodgers Look at yorself. If you had the sense of humor, You would laught to beat the band. Look at yourself. Do you still belive in rumor That romance is simply grand? Since you took it right On the chin, You have lost that bright Toothpaste grin. My mental state is all a jumble. I sit around and sadly mumble. Fools rush in, so here I am, Very glad to be unhappy. Unrequited love's a bore, And I've got it pretty bad. But for someone you adore, It's a pleasure to be sad Like a straying baby lamb With no mammy and no pappy, I'm so unhappy, But oh, so glad.