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. Is that all you really want? No, Sophisticated Lady, I know, You miss the heart you lost long ago, And when nobody is nigh you cry.
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