It hurts me Testo

It hurts me



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