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 and he'll be 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 its hard to tell  But if I ask her she might turn her smile away  To see him and he'll be a star  Love her from where you are  I guess I'll learn to look  Without addressing her  Minor contentment wears a smile  I love her from where I lie