In the bright shop window sits the polar bear Makes the children's eyes light up to see him there Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile To see him and he'll be a star Love him from where you are He's not for, not for, not for sale
Past an open window walks the pretty girl Does she see me at her feet its hard to tell But if I ask her she might turn her smile away To see him and he'll be a star Love her from where you are I guess I'll learn to look Without addressing her Minor contentment wears a smile I love her from where I lie