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.
You were sweet and lovely, simple and shy
but then as time went hurrying by
the years have changed you somehow, I see you now.

        Laughing, daring, never caring that you hurt me like you do.
        Bright eyes shining, never pining for a love that is fond and true
        tho' such love was meant for you.

Poor sophisticated lady, I know
you miss the love you lost long ago
and when nobody is nigh you cry.

            - Irving Mills & Mitchell Parish