So I walk a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do
At the end of a love affair
So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
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Do they know, do they care, that it's only
That I'm lonely, and low as can be
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all
So I smoke a little too much, and I joke a little too much
And the tunes I request are not always the best
But the ones where the trumpets blare
So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair