Why don't you face facts, Grandma?
[Pats her hand
When you're seventeen and the world's beautiful, facing facts is just as slick fun as dancing or going to partis, but when you're seventy... well, you don't care about dancing, you don't think about parties anymore, and about the only fun you have left is pretending that there ain't any facts to face, so would you mind if I just went on pretending?
Let Me Call You Sweetheart
Written by Leo Friedman
, Harold Rossiter
and Beth Slater Whitson
Played by hotel band in ballroom and later sung by Victor Moore
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