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