[THE BROAD]
We don't speak of names and faces
Why should we?
We don't speak of husbands or homes
Or work or wives and happy lives
All we've got are lips on faces
Moving flawlessly
Holding secrets in our clothes

On the nights I catch you standing
Are you waiting for me?
At the counter of this bar
Speakeasy, hole in the wall
We minuet to cigarette and brandy
Your favorite armagnac
Prohibition but there's no harm

But when you strike your goodbye pose
Everybody knows, everybody knows
The party, well, it goes too
And damn it all, darling
The party goes with you

...And I'm left with all the messes
Da, di, da
Cleaning up for vows in gold
Our fraught affair turned solitaire
Wishing to take back
Merely one of my yeses
Aching to be yours
And have my story all retold
But when you strike your goodbye pose
Everybody knows, everybody knows
The party, well, it goes too
And damn it all, darling
The party goes with you

And when we're dancing nose to nose
Darling do you suppose, oh, darling do you suppose
This party could be just us two, and I your wife?
Oh, oh, the gayest party, sad but true
It's true
The party goes with you
The party goes with you
The life of the party
In the party of my life