You have loved lots of girls in the sweet long-ago And each has meant heaven to you You have vowed your affection to each one in turn And have sworn to them all you'd be true You have kissed 'neath the moon while the world seemed in tune, Then you've left her to hunt a new game. Does it ever occur to you later my boy, that she's prob'ly doing the same?
I wonder who's kissing her now, I wonder who's teaching her how, I wonder who's looking into her eyes, breathing sighs, telling lies. I wonder who's buying the wine for lips that I used to call mine. I wonder if she ever tells him of me, I wonder who's kissing her now.