Miss - Lou Doillon

Where has the thrill gone?

Where have the tears all flown?

Is it the coming of age

That has left me blunt

Oh, I remember the days

Where just for a gaze

My ticker would pound

And in the morn', a dozen songs

And all the sleepless nights

With me trooping through town

And all the tears that gushed

Where they for B or for John?

Miss!

The bliss is gone

Dame!

You know 'em songs

Lady, is dying to be left alone

Lady, is dying to be left alone