Al Jarreau Sophisticated Lady
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 disilutions deep in your eyes
You learned that fools in love soon grow wise
The years have changed you some how
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
