I know you're with him
And that's why I can't look at you
And I have to respect it
And I swear to you that when I see you I want to *stay away
And I can't avoid it
I dream of touching you
And doing more to you
And you have to admit
That you feel the same
Oh my God now I have to choose
(Or) Being a good friend
Or going with his woman
Sometimes the three of us are together
And I don't stop looking at you
The looks cross and which one can hide it better
Behind his back we *have sex and touch
It feels (nervous) but in the morbidness "cooks/brews" us
*My friend, your boyfriend, we're clear, we'll respect him
But in the mind we'll *have sex and we'll *kill
The other days talking about you, it escaped me
I told him so many things he learned
I was describing the body of a woman
From all the details he guessed it was his woman
I dream of touching you and doing more to you
And you have to admit that you feel the same
Sometimes I desire to kidnap you
Take you to a world where you and I are alone
I'm uncomfortable when he comes to touch you
I don't know why I feel like you're mine
I kiss you and you look at me, because something deep inside your body
Something tells you "Baby, you're mine"
You don't know all the things I would do to you
We both love each other but the cowardice kills us
I know you're with him
And that's why I can't look at you
And I have to respect it
And i swear to you
That I want to *stay away
And I can't avoid it
I dream to touch you
And do more to you
And you have to admit
That you feel the same