Текст песни It Hurts Me (Feeling Like A Waltz)

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.