| Poor you, I’m sorry you’re not me
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| For you will never know what loving you can be
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| Poor you, you’ll never know your charms
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| You’ll never feel your warmth
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| You’re never in your arms
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| When it is you I’m kissing
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| I pity you constantly
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| You don’t know what you’re missing
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| For you’re only kissing poor me
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| Poor you, you live your whole life through
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| And yet you’ll never know the thrill of loving you
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| When it is you I’m kissing
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| I pity you constantly
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| You don’t know what your missing for your only kissing poor me
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| Poor you, you live your whole life through
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| And never know what loving you can be |