Do you know what is like to have a sweetheart, mister
To be crazy about a woman
And then find that sweetheart, mister
In the arms of another man
Do you know what is like to have a sweetheart, mister
And be ready die for her
And then find her holding an arm
That couldn't be not even a bit of your own
There are people with nerves of steel
Without blood on their veins and with no heart
But I don't know if they'd be through what I'm going through
If they wouldn't show any emotion
I don't know if what I feel in my heart
Is jealousy, spite, friendship or horror
All I know is that when I see her
I desire death or pain
Do you know what is like to have a sweetheart, mister
To be crazy about a woman
And then find that sweetheart, mister
In the arms of another man
Do you know what is like to have a sweetheart, mister
And be ready die for her
And then find her holding an arm
That couldn't be not even a bit of your own
There are people with nerves of steel
Without blood on their veins and with no heart
But I don't know if they'd be through what I'm going through
If they wouldn't show any emotion
I don't know if what I feel in my heart
Is jealousy, spite, friendship or horror
All I know is that when I see her
I desire death or pain