Are those girls,
That you claim,
Nothing happened with,
Better then me?

Do they make you,
Happier then me?

Are they,
Prettier,
Skinner,
Happier,
Then me?

Because I'm wondering,
Why if it was always,
Only me,
Why your kisses,
Seemed so distant,
Lately.

Because it makes me wonder,
Is there a problem with me?

Is there a reason,
You want other girls,
Then me.

Babe,
You were my one and only.

But now I see,
I was one,
Out of many.

You can want more then me,
I understand,
I've always wanted more then me too.