There goes the man who gave his heart to someone,

I feel sorry for him.

For that someone just gave her to me.

Now, he's the loser an' it hurts so much to lose.

An' I feel sorry for him,

'Cause the loser, I know, could have been me.

Oh, how he loved her:

I'm sure he must have loved her almost as much as me.

But fate has frowned on him,

Then turned around and smiled on me.

There goes a man who gave his heart to someone,

I feel sorry for him.

'Cause that someone just gave her to me.

If things were different:

If he had won her heart instead of me,

I wonder if he'd find the time,

To offer sympathy.