I’ve been left on the shelf, but don't go think I’m broken-hearted. Although I live by meself, I don’t shed many tears in the mornings…
I fry my kipper, mash my tea : it would be nicer if someone could share it with me. But, nevertheless, I get by on my own : there's just one chair underneath my table. I eat my breakfast alone, and I don’t shed many tears.
People gossip and they say that happiness is passing me by. I’m quite happy in my own small way, although I sometimes cry a little…
I’ve been left on the shelf, but don't go think I’m broken-hearted. Although I live by meself, I don’t shed many tears in the afternoons… I walk in the park, under the trees, and it would be nicer if someone could walk with me. But, nevertheless, I get by on my own : I feed the ducks from a single paper bag. I pick me flowers alone, and I don’t shed many tears.
People gossip and they say that happiness is passing me by. I’m quite happy in my own small way, although I sometimes cry a little...
I’ve been left on the shelf, but don't go think I’m broken-hearted. Although I live by meself, I don’t shed many tears in the evenings… I watch my telly regularly : it would be nicer if someone could watch with me. But, nevertheless, I get by on my own : I talk in my sleep to my hot-water bottle. I drink my cocoa alone, and I don’t shed many tears. I don’t shed many tears. I don’t shed many tears.