Sometimes I think I love you..
But sometimes I'm not so sure..
If it's me that you really love,
Or the way that all heads turn..
When we walk in to some place together..
Because we make such a pretty pair,
When we are out and about together..
hand in hand,
And I can tell by the gleam in your eyes..
You are enjoying all of the attention..
And milking it.
for all that you can..
Sometimes, I think that
I'm only important to you,
When it makes you look good..
Sometimes I really feel so foolish..
And you know I probably should.