I couldn't touch his body 
I couldn't touch his mind 
He left a scarf on my right hand 
That I don't think I'll ever forget 

Oh Willie is on his own now 
Willie Willie is on his own now 

I'm not a good loving man 
I've got nervous butterflies in my pants 
He's a real danger to my 
To my peace of mind 

Oh Willie is on his own now 
Willie Willie is on his own now 
Oh Willie is on his own now 
Willie Willie is on his own now 

He's pretty and that's a pity 
For me and my tutti frutti 
When I laugh he knows my tears 
Love is sick and love is big joke 

Oh Willie is on his own now 
Willie Willie is on his own now 
Oh Willie is on his own now 
Willie Willie is on his own now


(c) by T.C. Matic / from Compil Complet!