Lyrics:

Lorenz hart / richard rodgers


Look at yorself.

If you had the sense of humor,

You would laught to beat the band.


Look at yourself.

Do you still belive in rumor

That romance is simply grand?


Since you took it right

On the chin,

You have lost that bright

Toothpaste 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 sad


Like a straying baby lamb

With no mammy and no pappy,

I'm so unhappy,

But oh, so glad.