- Maybe, it's too late or, maybe, early,
- It has not occurred to me for years,
- I resemble now Don Juan, really,
Like a proper flippant man of verse.
What"s the matter? What has happened, really?
Every day I have some other chick.
And I lose self-pity, willy-nilly,
And defy unfaithfulness and trick.
I have always kept my heart from simple,
Tender feelings, and I wonder what
I am looking for in oh, so cripple
Women, so light-headed, and so void.
Hold me back, restrain me, scornful feeling,
I have always been marked up by you.
In my heart I have a chilly steaming
And the rustle of lilac of blue.
In my heart I have a lemon sunset,
Through the fog I hear someone say:
For your freedom you will have to answer,
Well, Don Juan, take the challenge, eh?
As I take the challenge within reason,
I can see the same old thing I have:
I must take a storm for blooming season
And mistake a thrill for real love.
Thats the reason Thats the way it happened.
Every day I have some other chick,
So that I might always smile, be happy
And defy unfaithfulness and trick.
