You need a sharp yet proper preemptive strike
To strengthen solemn print of marriage vows
You need to bust him down off love to like
You need to calculate the couple rows
A life of luxury at least allows
The gentle digs your charming gestures cloak
In public people arent prone to casual browse
In private jealousy is beyond a joke
He seems to be too much a social bloke
You scarcely ever meet him one on one
You muck around in clique of mutual folk
He never leaves your sight all dealt and done
He knows the kind of bloke you kind of draw
Then make him jealous pose your phony awe
Chorus draw pull tug
