| If they saw what I saw |
| They would fall the way I fell |
| But they don’t know what you want |
| And baby, I would never tell |
| If they knew what I know |
| They would never let you go |
| So guess what? |
| I ain’t ever lettin' you go |
| Your lips were made for mine |
| And my heart would go flatline |
| If it wasn’t beatin' for you all the time |
| So if I get jealous, I can’t help it |
| I want every bit of you, I guess I’m selfish |
| It’s bad for my mental, but I can’t fight it |
| When you’re out lookin' like you do, but you can’t hide it, no |
| Put you in a frame, ooh, baby, who could blame you? |
| Glad your mama made you |
| Drivin' me insane, no, it can’t be explained |
| Oh, you must be an angel |
| Every time the phone rings |
| I hope it’s you on the other side |
| I wanna tell you everything |
| Everything that’s on my mind |
| And I don’t want no other guy |
| Takin' your place, I got too much pride |
| And I know that I might be wrong |
| But I don’t wanna be right |
| 'Cause your lips were made for mine |
| And my heart would go flatline |
| If it wasn’t beatin' for you all the time |
| So if I get jealous, I can’t help it |
| I want every bit of you, I guess I’m selfish |
| It’s bad for my mental, but I can’t fight it |
| When you’re out lookin' like you do, but you can’t hide it, no |
| Put you in a frame, ooh, baby, who could blame you? |
| Glad your mama made you |
| Drivin' me insane, no, it can’t be explained |
| Oh, you must be an angel |
| Owner of my heart |
| Tattoed your mark |
| There for the whole world to see |
| Owner of my heart |
| And all my scars |
| Baby, you got such a hold on me |
| So if I get jealous, I can’t help it |
| I want every bit of you, I guess I’m selfish |
| It’s bad for my mental, but I can’t fight it |
| When you’re out lookin' like you do, but you can’t hide it |
| I guess I’m- |
| Guess I’m selfish |