[Verse 1]
If I'm talking to you at the back of the club
Why does he walk past me and why does he rub
His shoulder past mine? Is it to let me know that he's there?
Whisper in his ear for me, I don't care

[Verse 2]
I can't believe that that is what he thinks of you
That I would click my fingers, tell you to jump, and that's what you do
I think he needs to trust you a little bit more
Or I will walk over there and make his head sore

[Verse 3]
Is he really threatened by the presence of me?
He won't let you walk or talk, he won't let you see
What I've got in my pocket for you
And I think that you'd love to