Duke Ellington / Mitchell Parish / Irving Mills
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They say into your early life romance came
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And this heart of yours burned a flame
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A flame that flickered one day and died away
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Then, with disilution deep in your eyes
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You learned that fools in love soon grow wise
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The years have changed you, somehow
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I see you now
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Smoking, drinking, never thinking of tomorrow, nonchalant
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Diamonds shining, dancing, dining with some man in a restaurant
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Is that all you really want?
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No, sophisticated lady,
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I know, you miss the love you lost long ago
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And when nobody is nigh you cry
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SOPHISTICATED LADY
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| Billie Holiday |
