Please, don’t mind if I sound that jealous.
Don’t mind if I don’t sound right.
You know I want to make you famous
Because you’ve got that love.
I don’t want anyone between us.
ABBA — Lay All Your Love On Me.
Even though I know you wouldn’t leave me
Because I also got that love.
I don’t know if you’re understanding.
I need some attention here:
If I’m dancing, you don’t touch my body
Because my boy can beat you.
He’s a wolf.
He’s a man.
He’s hungry.
He won’t share his cake.
In my bed, after all the danger
Can’t you hear the love?
I know they want something
From this good boy
But I know him deep down.
He’s my bad boy.
In crime, he’s my partner.
I got no worries, I won’t share him.
No one can beat this.
I got his true love.
Didn’t you hear of him and me?
Don’t lie, don’t pretend.
You can look, but can’t touch.
He’s mine and he’s wild.
I’m his love all night.
No wonder why I got so jealous.
