The Mooche

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