More Info It wont work poor boy don't you try again
Fate took away your love and you can't win
You can sing the blues all to yourself
But while you're singing she's with someone else poor boy
Whle you're singing she' with someone else
Love is strange but poor boy it has to be
In more than a hundred ways you're just like me
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
