Rather than you, she said I prefer solitude Rather the company I prefer cigarrettes Even Los Angeles Suffers occasionally Do you have somewhere to stay? But no more love songs Not for me I gave er whisky And she gave me everything There was a boy, she said Beautiful, eloquent He went to Spain And where he went, she went No Joan of Arc She was broken discarded And that was a long time ago Still, no more love songs No more love songs stil, you might as well live I'll drink to harmony Peace and disarmament I'll dance the victory waltz But no more love songs No more