Jealous Type - 1984

How is it you can make me mad like that?

One week you’re alle mine, the other you decline

Every single try

To show you i’m yours

And my body and my heart

They’re unsteady of course

Oh, i’ve never been the jealous type and here i

Turn into the worst possessive man

Searching for the clue, the clue you’re not true

No grip where i could attach my love

Volatile and i lose my mind trying to catch

Your affection

Too many words

I can’t breathe from thinking so much

You’re the master to make me feel i’m nothing at all

Oh, i’ve never been the jealous type and here i

Turn into the worst possessive man

Searching for the clue, the clue you’re not true

Oh, i’ve never been the jealous type and here i

Turn into the worst possessive man

Searching for the clue, the clue you’re not true