I don't wanna know where you spend the night.
Cause if I was to know, then baby I just might.
Find your little friend, and tell him who I am.
And tell him where I'm from
And then he'd understand.
I'm known to be possessive
And some might say obsessive.
A little bit aggressive,
And I don't wanna know.
Cause If I ever meet him
I might just have to beat him.
Cause that's the way I treat them.
And I don't wanna know.
. . .
My rage, it seems to grow. My lips and I'll be {?}
And for some reason I can't let you go your way.
Try as I might. Can't get it through my head.
Can't believe he sleeps on my side of your bed.
I'm known to be possessive
And some might say obsessive.
A little bit aggressive,
And I don't wanna know.
Cause If I ever meet him
I might just have to beat him.
Cause that's the way I treat them.
And I don't wanna know.
. . .
(Trombone solo)
(Sax solo)
(Trumpet solo)
I'm known to be possessive
And some might say obsessive.
A little bit aggressive,
And I don't wanna know.
Cause If I ever meet him
I might just have to beat him.
Cause that's the way I treat them.
And I don't wanna know.
. . .
I'm known to be possessive
And some might say obsessive.
A little bit aggressive,
And I don't wanna know.
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