You don't have a picture of me on your desk
I get no answer to my request
Why he has that luck to be looked at by you
And that is why i am feeling blue

You even have his picture in your diary
It must be wonderful to be the one to be
You look at his face with a big smile
I hope you'll replace (it), choosing 'my style'

His picture is full of colours, mine is black and white
He's mister luck, bad luck is at my side
He smiles at you, you get warm inside
Once you'll be his bride