The End Of A Love Affair Lyrics by Billie Holiday
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So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?

So I talk a little too much and I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare

Do they know, do they care, that it's only that I'm lonely
And low as can be?
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all

So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request, aren't always the best
But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place
But what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?

Do they know, do they care, that it's only that I'm lonely
And low as can be?
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all

So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request aren't always the best
But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place
But what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?
So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast   And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do   At the end of a love affair?      So I talk a little too much and I laugh a little too much   And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd   So that people are apt to stare      Do they know, do they care, that it's only that I'm lonely   And low as can be?   And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all      So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much   And the tunes I request, aren't always the best   But the ones where the trumpets blare      So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place   But what else can you do   At the end of a love affair?      Do they know, do they care, that it's only that I'm lonely   And low as can be?   And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all      So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much   And the tunes I request aren't always the best   But the ones where the trumpets blare      So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place   But what else can you do   At the end of a love affair?