There goes a man who gave his heart to someone, I feel sorry for him, for that someone justgave her heart to me. Now he's the loser, and it hurts so much to lose, and I feel sorryfor him, cause the loser, I know, could have been me. Oh how he loved her, I'm sure hemust have loved her, almost as much as me. But fate has frowned on him, then turned aroundand smiled on me. There goes a man who gave his heart to someone, I feel sorry for him, cause thatsomeone just gave her heart to me. If things were different, if he had won her heart instead of me, Iwonder if he'd find the time to offer sympathy. There goes a man who gave his heart to someone, I feel sorry for him, for that someone just gave her heart to me.