I've seen the look in your eyes,
Ogling ones clothed in disguise.
I know why you're acting nice
To get her brooding your butterflies.
Don't bring her a bottle of Spanish red,
Mocking me like a naughty little mockingbird.
Tis solely my job to turn her head;
Keep your distance: be just a friend.
Don't tell my Lady she is beautiful,
I'm the jealous kind and I won't act the fool.
So drop the trick you are trying to pull,
Bothering her is not just cool.
Don't find her most amazing,
When you know where her heart is roosting,
Finding all the loving
That's greater than what you are imagining.
Don't get into what's over your head,
Tussling with someone who's far ahead;
You won't be pleased at the end
'Cause I am all out to keep her love tank fully fed.