You don't belong to me, babe, you're from the street
You don't know what is a night without luxurious details
When she lights up the Phillies until they go out, baby
Here there are many people
But why pretend if everyone already knows
Psychologist because she likes to play with my mind
Devour me deliciously because when the night ends, baby
Continue your path
Or: Do your thing
You've already changed and I'm not the same
I always remember what we one day were