Love, what are you doing to me? You seem to pass right through me on your way somewhere else. Love, when will you discover I feel you like no other...envy.
Talk to me your words sound sweet they fill me with envy, they turn my heart green.
All the time I hunt you, follow you home fly on the wings of a prayer, but you're not there.
Love, what are you doing to me? You seem to pass right through me on your way somewhere else. Love, when will you discover I feel you like no other...envy.
Talk to me your words sound sweet they fill me with envy.