Slipping past the chimney-pots, Down among the ashes, away from old times-- Why must I self-indulge in memories? I should be celebrating to a moving melody,
But it hurts me, it hurts me, Honey, honey, it hurts me. And I'm feeling like a waltz, Growing old, - old, old, old, old.
I was fiery but you put me out. I was always one for loving and leaving. I like to think I was immune to romance. I should be laughing at some good old comedy.
Oh, but it hurts me, it hurts me. Honey, honey, it hurts me. And I'm feeling like a waltz -
If you laughed at me, I'd laugh too. Waltz, don't you know that I'd be really breakin-ing.
L'amour--marche avec un etranger. I shouldn't care, you're not my darling anymore,
But it hurts me, it hurts me, Honey, honey, honey, honey. And I'm feeling like a waltz, Growing old, old, old, old, old.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
