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.
Is that all you really want?
No, Sophisticated Lady, I know,
You miss the heart you lost long ago,
And when nobody is nigh you cry.