Miss

Where has the thrill gone?
Where have the tears all flown?
Is it the coming of age
That has left me blunt

Oh, I remember the days
Where just for a gaze
My ticker would pound
And in the morn', a dozen songs

And all the sleepless nights
With me trooping through town
And all the tears that gushed
Where they for b or for john?

Miss! The bliss is gone
Dame! You know 'em songs
Lady, is dying to be left alone
Lady, is dying to be left alone