Don't hand your love over to him.
Without me competing, baby.
For every smile, he places upon your face.
I'm the one to make it brighter.

I'm not intimidated by competition.
I welcome it, with the best intention.
I'm just saying, don't hand your love over to him.
Without me competing baby.
For ever joy, he brings to you.
I can place it in the distance.
This comes to you, without bragging.

You've only seen me on the edge of your eye sight.
But soon, you will see me, as the focus of your love.
The man, you will soon tell your friend about.

Yes, for everything, he does to please you.
I still believe, he will soon be a dream to you.

So, without me competing.
Don't hand your love over.