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The One I Love Belongs To Somebody ElseThe one I love belongs to somebody elseShe means her tender songs for somebody else And even when I have my arms around her I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else The hands I hold belong to somebody else I'll bet they're not so cold to somebody else It's tough to be alone on the shelf It's worse to fall in love by yourself The one I love belongs to somebody else What else? Well, the one I love belongs to somebody else (Man, like that, you ain't nowhere) That's why she sings her tender songs to somebody else (Ah, boo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo) And even when I have my arms around her (Well, then?) You know her thoughts are for… |