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 lam
with no mammy and no pappy,
I'm so unhappy,
but oh, so glad