Poor Boy

My friend is in love with a man,
He loves him more than one can.
Oh boy, poor boy, he finds no joy.

He wishes he was a girl.
Can’t tell how he envies her.
Oh boy, poor boy, he finds no joy.

For he’s always number two,
And his heart is far too true.
Oh boy, don’t say no more,
You break my bleeding soul.

My friend is in love with a man
Who’s married, child and a van.
Oh boy, poor boy, you’re love’s toy.

He meets them everyday
He takes their child out to play.
Oh boy, poor boy, you’re love’s toy.

For he’s always number two,
And his heart is far too true.
Oh boy, don’t say no more,
You break my bleeding soul.

For he’s always number two,
And his heart is far too true.
Oh boy, poor boy, in love there’s no joy
Poor boy, don’t say no more,
In love there’s no joy.