Nobody came Old sport And I like large parties They’re so intimate At small parties there isn’t any privacy. Can’t repeat the past Why of course you can It makes me sad Gatsby believed in the green light the orgastic future that year recedes before us And one fine morning And I hope she'll be a fool that's the best thing a girl can be in this world beautiful little fool You're worth the whole damn bunch put together All I kept thinking about you can't live forever He had one of those rare smiles He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man. they were careless people I've never seen such beautiful shirts before a quality of eternal reassurance