Honey, really, there's no need for you to pout Because you know precisely what I'm talking about All those meaningful sly glances and that long embrace You had 'come and get it' written all over your face
I'm not exaggerating; I saw it happening
You don't have to flirt with everyone just because you can You're like Brigitte Bardot in 'And God Created Woman'
You know exactly what I mean; your behavior borders on the obscene
But you were still my girlfriend My one and only until the end The last time that I checked
Or, are you telling me, in your own way Is this how you say that you're desperate to be single again? Well, yeah, but 'til then…
You were still my girlfriend My one and only until the end The last time that I checked
You were still my girlfriend And I just can't comprehend Is self-control too much to expect?