You have loved lots of girls in the sweet long-ago And each has meant heaven to you You have vowed your affection to each one in turn And have sworn to them all you'd be true You have kissed 'neath the moon while the world seemed in tune, Then you've left her to hunt a new game. Does it ever occur to you later my boy, that she's probably doing the same? If you want to feel wretched and lonely and blue, Just imagine the girl you love best In the arms of some fellow who's stealing a kiss From the lips that you once fondly pressed But the world moves apace and the loves of today Flit away with a smile and a tear, So you can never tell who's kissing her now Or just whom you'll be kissing next year. I wonder who's kissing her now, I wonder who's teaching her how, I wonder who's looking into her eyes, breathing sighs, telling lies. I wonder who's buying the wine for lips that I used to call mine. I wonder if she ever tells him of me, I wonder who's kissing her now.