When this world began
It was Heaven's plan
There should be a boy for ev'ry single woman.
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 him yet.

Somebody loves me, I wonder who,
I wonder who he can be.
Somebody loves me, I wish I knew,
Who can he be worries me.
For ev'ry man who passes me I shout, " Hey, maybe
You were meant to be my loving baby. "
Somebody loves me, I wonder who,
Maybe it's you.