East Of The Sun - Tommy Dorsey Orchestra

The one I love belongs to somebody else

She means her tender songs for somebody else

And even when I have my arms around her

I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else

Oh 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

It’s worse to fall in love by yourself

The one I love belongs to somebody else

It’s tough to be alone…

Somebody else somebody else somebody else