When this world began
It was Heaven's plan
There should be a girl for every single man.
To my great regret
Someone has upset
Heaven's pretty progamme for we've never met.
I'm clutching at straws, just because
I may meet himher yet.
Somebody loves me, I wonder who,
I wonder who heshe can be.
Somebody loves me, I wish I knew,
Who can heshe be worries me.
For every boygirl who passes me I shout,