I see red lipsticks, white cigarette smokes,
Gem-Colored cocktails on the tables,
The sound of piano music I now play echoing through the candles,
And so many people still around until so late into the night
Men in the middle of discussion and very drunk women,
Pretending not to see their own True hearts hidden deep within,
They raise their voices and just keep talking
I see staggering people at this late night jazz cafe
But I wonder who I am singing this song for.
I see staggering people at this late night jazz cafe
But I wonder who I am singing this song for.