Lyrics:
Lorenz Hart / Richard RodgersLook at yorself.If you had the sense of humor,You would laught to beat the band.Look at yourself.Do you still belive in rumorthat romance is simply grand?Since you took it righton the chin,you have lost that brighttoothpaste grin.My mental state is all a jumble.I sit around and sadly mumble.Fools rush in, so here I am,very glad to be unhappy.Unrequited love's a bore,and I've got it pretty bad.But for someone you adore,it's a pleasure to be sadLike a straying baby lambwith no mammy and no pappy,I'm so unhappy,but oh, so glad.