The End Of A Love Affair - Margaret Whiting, Frank DeVol & His Orchestra

So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast

And I’m reckless it’s true, but what else can you do at the

End of a love affair?

So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much

And my voice is too loud, when I’m out in a crowd

So that people are apt to stare

Do they know, do they care, that it’s only that I’m lonely

And low as can be?

And the smile on my face isn’t really a smile at all!

So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much

And the tunes I request are not always the best

But the ones where the trumpets blare!

So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it’s taking

Your place

But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair