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
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.
