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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?