I fell under such gentle persuasion
  You can't refuse it's like a home from home
  Meanwhile in the Motor car kingdom
  They're finding that all that glitters is not chrome
  The social circle have these cardiac complaints
  Their hearts are empty when their hands are full
  All these new found fond acquaintances
  Turn out to be the red rag to my bull
  Chorus
  And I'm up while the dawn is breaking
  Even though my heart is aching
  I should be drinking a toast to absent friends
  Instead of these comedians
  
  I've looked into these eyes upon reflection
  They've seen the face of love, they've seen a few
  What kind of love is this upon inspection
  You'll be the last to know who's fooling who