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 firy 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.
What, don't you know that I'd be really breaking?
L'amour--mon choux avec un Ýtranger. [Making love--my darling with a stranger.]
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.