It Never Entered My Mind
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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Once I laughed when I heard you saying
That I'd be playing solitaire
Uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind

Once you told me I was mistaken
That I'd awaken with the sun
And ordered orange juice for one
It never entered my mind
You had what I lack, myself
Now I even have to scratch my back myself

Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd say a lonely prayer again
And wish that you were there again




To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind

Overall Meaning

In Frank Sinatra's song "It Never Entered My Mind," the singer reflects on the mistakes he made in his former relationship. He recalls when his partner had warned him that if he ever scorned her, he'd come crawling back, but he dismissed this as impossible. He also remembers times when his partner had tried to make him happy, with things like ordering orange juice for just him or warning him to scratch his own back if they ever broke up. At the time, he never thought anything of her gestures, and he barely gave her the attention and appreciation she deserved. Now that she's gone, he's realizing just how much he took her for granted.


The song's lyrics hint at the singer's regret and the bitterness he feels in retrospect. The phrase "it never entered my mind" repeats throughout the song, emphasizing how oblivious he was to the things that mattered in his relationship. The line "you had what I lack, myself, now I even have to scratch my back myself" is particularly poignant. It suggests that his partner had something that he needed in his life, but he didn't realize it until it was gone. The somber tone of the song is matched by the slow, melancholic melody, which makes the lyrics even more powerful.


Line by Line Meaning

Once I laughed when I heard you saying
I used to brush aside your forewarnings and made fun of them.


That I'd be playing solitaire
I never thought that I would end up being alone and lonely.


Uneasy in my easy chair
I never thought that a time would come when even my favorite chair would not be comfortable enough to sit in.


It never entered my mind
I never thought about the possibility of me becoming miserable and regretful.


Once you told me I was mistaken
You tried to correct me when I was wrong about something important.


That I'd awaken with the sun
You warned me that I would have to face the consequences of my actions and suffer the next day.


And ordered orange juice for one
You reminded me that I would have to live with the loneliness and solitude that comes with being single.


You had what I lack, myself
You had something that I didn't, and that was a sense of self-awareness and mindfulness.


Now I even have to scratch my back myself
Now that you are gone, I have to do everything by myself, including the things that I took for granted earlier.


Once you warned me that if you scorned me
You cautioned me that if I hurt you or mistreated you, I would regret it later.


I'd say a lonely prayer again
I would end up feeling alone and helpless once more, and seek solace in prayers.


And wish that you were there again
I would wish that you were back in my life, to help me deal with my pain and suffering.


To get into my hair again
Despite the problems and the arguments, I know that you were an important part of my life, and that I miss you dearly.


It never entered my mind
I was clueless and naïve about the ramifications of my actions and the impact that they would have on my life.




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Written by: Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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