An Ex Is An Ex For A Reason

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 here

Whisper in his ear, from me I don't care

I can't believe that that is what he thinks of you

That I would click my fingers tell you to jump

And thats what you do I think he needed to trust you

A little bit more

But I will walk over there and make his head sore

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 think that you'd love to