Frank Sinatra
The One I Love
The one I love belongs to somebody else
She 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
Her hands I held belong to somebody else
I'll bet they're not so cold to somebody else
It's tough to be alone on a shelf, it's worse to fall in love by yourself
The one I love belongs to somebody else
The one I love belongs to somebody else