There goes a man who gave his heart to someone, and I feel sorry for him, cause that someone
just gave her heart to me. Now he's the loser, and it hurts so much to lose, and I feel sorry
for him, cause the loser, I know, might 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,
and I feel sorry for him, cause that someone just gave her heart to me.
If things were different, if he had won her love instead of me, I wonder if he'd find the time to offer
sympathy. There goes a man who gave his heart to someone, and I feel sorry for him,
cause that someone just gave her heart to me.