There on a dresser a faded old picture
Of one Valentino who'd stolen her heart.
He had escorted her once to a preview.
Something in which she had played a small part.
Hollywood gossips reported them lovers.
But they will write anything if they are paid.
He went on to be a great movie star
She never made the grade
Chorus:
But how she lived within her mind
She loved him till the day she died.
And in her dreams he'd run slow motion towards her.
With his arms opened wide.
Oh how she lived within her mind.
She dreamed of how they danced and dined
She'd run the reel again and again
Playing her lines as she did then.
She earned her living by waiting on tables
She worked the Swing Shift for 35 years.
And every christmas they gace her a bonus
She drown all her sorrows in memories and beers.
And on his birthday she'd pay him a visit
And lovingly place flowers there on his grave.
She never once let any other man touch her.
None did she ever crave.
Chorus.
There on the beach on a soft windy evening.
A couple was strolling along in the sand.
And near the waters the woman was lying
A dried up carnation is crushed in her hand.
There on the beach where he loved to go walking.
She'd fallen to dreaming his arms held her tight.
Her face were a trace of a bitter sweet smile.
That faded into the night.
Of one Valentino who'd stolen her heart.
He had escorted her once to a preview.
Something in which she had played a small part.
Hollywood gossips reported them lovers.
But they will write anything if they are paid.
He went on to be a great movie star
She never made the grade
Chorus:
But how she lived within her mind
She loved him till the day she died.
And in her dreams he'd run slow motion towards her.
With his arms opened wide.
Oh how she lived within her mind.
She dreamed of how they danced and dined
She'd run the reel again and again
Playing her lines as she did then.
She earned her living by waiting on tables
She worked the Swing Shift for 35 years.
And every christmas they gace her a bonus
She drown all her sorrows in memories and beers.
And on his birthday she'd pay him a visit
And lovingly place flowers there on his grave.
She never once let any other man touch her.
None did she ever crave.
Chorus.
There on the beach on a soft windy evening.
A couple was strolling along in the sand.
And near the waters the woman was lying
A dried up carnation is crushed in her hand.
There on the beach where he loved to go walking.
She'd fallen to dreaming his arms held her tight.
Her face were a trace of a bitter sweet smile.
That faded into the night.