His heart and soul were never yours.
His mind and body stray.
You haven't got a thing he needs,
not a thing to make him stay.
I've felt his fire burn my skin,
his kisses on my lips,
the firmness of his possessive hands
upon my waist and hips.
He will never be yours poor child,
while his soul still strays to me.
He wants a woman wild and lush,
in time you both shall see.
You are nothing but a child,
with a child's point of view,
and oh the things he's done with me,
if you only knew.