Every time he walks with me
All the girls stare at me
And wonder the reason he's with me
Obviously they envy me
For having him with me
Each day they pass by
With beautiful clothes
And handsome guys
Just to show that it's not right
For a girl like me to hang out with such a fine guy
They try to own his heart
By adding some pride
And by saying: who's that girl with that guy.
They try to make me cry,
But they're forgetting by time
That no matter how much they'll try
He's not theirs he's mine
