If I'm talking to you
at the back of the club
Why does he walk past me
And why does he rub
his shoulder past mine
Is it to let me know
that he's here
Whisper in his ear
from me I don't care
I can't believe that
that is what he thinks of you
That I would click my fingers
tell you to jump
And thats what you do
I think he needed to trust you
A little bit more
But I will walk over there
and make his head sore
Is he really threatened
by the presence of me
He won't let you walk or talk
He won't let you see
what I've got in my pocket for you
And think that you'd love to