Frank Sinatra
Feet of Clay
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Her eyes were softer than the night
Her lips were honey and wine
And oh, I loved her more than life
I worshipped this love of mine
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I worshipped her so blindly
Till I was told one day
For love of gold, my true love sold
Sold her heart away
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
The love that I had idolized
Has sold her heart away
Too late, too late, I realized
My idol had feet of clay
Oh, ooh