In the bright shop window sits the polar bear
Makes the children´s eyes light up to see him there
Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile
To see him as you´d see a star
Love him from where you are
He´s not for, not for, not for sale
Past an open window walks the pretty girl
Does she see me at her feet it´s hard to tell
But if I ask her she might turn her smile away
To see her as I´d see a star
Love her from where you are
She´s not for, not for, not for sale
I guess I´ll learn to look
Without a grasping hand
Minor contentment wears a smile
I love her from where I lie
He´s not for,not for,not for sale
Not for sale