Sinatra Blues

Something in her eyes like futility in disguise

Intuition told me I should have recognized

But knowing me instead of being despised

To avoid being criticized my world got vaporized,

Seems my very own specialty climbing this tree

Of doing things with such peculiarity

When a man becomes a convenient utility

You can eliminate all the serenity,

It catches up with me in the end

Like being stabbed in the back by an old friend

Like those letters you wrote but never send

Like all the false promises of a hollow legend,

Let me ask you my dearest chum

Why do passion and women make us so dumb?

Like the taste of bubble gum

She toys with you like a thimble on her thumb,

Bartender, another glass of rum

Let the Flamingo guitarist strum

If I’m not too drunk I might even hum

Fighting another case of the doldrums,

As if it were time to play

In the sandbox where she lay

She would have begged me to stay

If I hadn’t bothered to enter the fray,

But just like when the cat is away

And those mischievous mice play

You can bet you’ll lose your love that day

Too late to get on your knees and pray,

So, if you’re a man about town

And you don’t want to end up like a clown

Take a look and see why I frown

Love can really bring you down.