I can’t seem to feel the envy I should feel. Or maybe. I don’t need the sour side of love. Of love. No I don’t care his breath is in your hair. Well I don’t care his skin is still between. Still on fold of your sheets. Send him away. I don’t mean to claim or own you. Or maybe I would like to. But I need whatever side of love. Is there. No I don’t care his breath is in your hair. Well I don’t care his skin is still between. Still on fold of your sheets. Send him away. Oh can’t you let me stay tonight?. Oh can’t you let me stay tonight?. Oh can’t you let me stay tonight?. Can’t you let me stay tonight?