She looks
another year older,
From
too many lovers who used her and ran
But
some nights, oh, she looks like an angel
And
she's always willing to hold you again
So give
her this dance,
She
can't be forsaken
Learn
how to love her with all of her faults
She gave
more than she's taken,
And
I'll go down doing the Hollywood Waltz
Springtime
and the lady is grieving
The
lovers just stand there with nothing to say
They
got what they wanted,
They're
packing and leaving
To look
for another to love the same way
So give
her this dance,
She
can't be forsaken
Learn
how to love her
With
all of her faults
She
gave more than she's taken
And
I'll go down doing the Hollywood Waltz
The
Hollywood Waltz
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