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.