Love me too
You love him more, should love him less.
I pick up behind him and take his mess.
When things go, go wrong with you, it hurts, hurts me, too.
You love him more, should love him less.
I pick up behind him and take his mess.
When things go, go wrong with you, it hurts, hurts me, too.
Now you better leave him; he better put you down.
Oh, I won't stand to see you pushed around.
When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too.
