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