You praised my pale complexion In goods and smoky bars We tangled hair and fingers We gave Westwood Boudoir But I should have seen it coming Your hunger to be free And now you pass me on the street Well, what is there to see? Forgive me, I don't look my best You had the best of me You had the best of me From travel lodge to château We took our antique thrills We dressed in fogyish finery And fed each other's ills But the wind was slowly shifting Feel it coming through the trees And where the blossoms fell away Well, what was there to see? Forgive me, I don't look my best You had the best of me You had the best of me But there'll be a day when I'll wait I'll wipe the ashes from my pride And you'll be lost, and you'll be lonely And I'll be flying high And when you recognize me When you see it's me You'll bow your head in sorrow And say: What a sight to see Forgive me, I don't look my best You had the best of me You had the best of me