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@Myriam
221
30
@Myriam
0
29
@Berenice
221
30
@Yume
1,158
30
@Nika
527
30
@Zita
590
30
@Airi
521
I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life
From jazz and cocktails
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingué traces
That used to be there you could see where
They'd been washed away
By too many through the day
Twelve o'clock tales
Then you came along with your siren's song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while that your pointed smile
Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me
Ah, yes, I was wrong
Again I was wrong
Life is lonely again
And only last year
Everything seemed so assured
Now life is awful again
The thoughtful of heart
Could only be a bore
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile in spite of it
I'll forget you I will
Oh yes, you would still burning inside my brain
Romance is mush
Stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I'll be
While I rot with the rest of those whose lives are lonely too
20
@Freja
447,195
30
@Maila
166
I used to visit all the gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life
From jazz and cocktails
The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces
With distance gay traces
That used to be there, you could see
Where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day
Twelve O'clock tales
Then you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while that your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness of great love for me
Ah, yes I was wrong, again I was wrong
Life is lonely again, and only last year
Everything seemed so sure now life is awful again
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile in spite of it
I'll forget you while yet you are still burning
Inside my brain
Romance is much stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I will be while I rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely too
30
@Manon
816
30
@Kyle
1037
I used to visit
All the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis
Of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life
From jazz and cocktails
The girls I knew had
Sad and sullen gray faces
With distingué traces
That used to be there
You could see where
They'd been washed away
By too many through the day
Twelve o'clock tales
Then you came along
With your siren of song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while
That your poignant smile
Was tinged with the sadness
Of a great love for me
Ah, yes, I was wrong
Again, I was wrong
Life is lonely again
And only last year
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A troughful of hearts
Could only be a bore
A week in Paris
Will ease the bite of it
All I care is
To smile in spite of it
I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still
Burning inside my brain
Romance is mush
Stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life
In some small dive
And there I'll be
While I rot
With the rest of those
Whose lives are lonely, too
30
@Vanda
1547
I used to visit all the very gay places,
Those come-what-may places,
Where one relaxes on the axis,
Of the wheel of life,
To get the feel of life,
From jazz and cocktails.
The gals (girls) I knew had sad and sullen gray faces,
With distingué traces,
That used to be there.
You could see where,
They'd been washed away,
By too many through the day.
Twelve o'clock tales.
Then you came along,
With your siren song,
To tempt me to madness.
I thought for awhile,
That your poignant smile,
Was tinged with the sadness,
Of a great love for me.
I guess (Ah, yes,) I was wrong.
Again, I was wrong.
Life is lonely again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again.
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in Paris might (will) ease the bite of it.
All I care is to smile in spite of it.
I'll forget you I will,
While yet you are still,
Burning inside my brain.
Romance is mush,
Stifling those who strive.
I'll live a lush life,
In some small dive.
And there I'll be,
While I rot with the rest,
Of those whose lives are lonely, too.
Lush life.