Из альбома: Lady in Satin
Lorenz Hart / Richard Rodgers
Look at yorself
If you had the sense of humor,
You would laught to beat the band
Look at yourself
Do you still belive in rumor
that romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right
on the chin,
you have lost that bright
toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush in, so here I am,
very glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore,
and I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore,
it's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lam
with no mammy and no pappy,
I'm so unhappy,
but oh, so glad