Vārdi: Etta Jones. The One I Love.

You know the one I love belongs to somebody else
He means his tender songs for somebody else
And even when he has his arms around me
I know his thoughts are strong for somebody else

The hands I hold belong to somebody else
I bet they're not so cold to somebody else
It's tough to be alone on a shelf, worse to fall in love by yourself
When the one you love belongs to somebody else

The man I love belongs to somebody else, somebody else
He means his tender songs for somebody else
And even when he has his arms around me
I know his thoughts are strong for somebody else

The hands I hold belong to somebody else
I bet they're not so cold to somebody else
It's tough to be alone on a shelf, worse to fall in love by yourself
When the one you love belongs to somebody else
When the one you love, when the one you love
When the one you love belongs to somebody else