I've known about you for a while now, when he leaves me, he wears a smile now. As soon as he's away from me, in your arms is where he wants to be. But you're the one he rushes home to, you're the one he gave his name to. I never see his face in the early morning light. You have his mornings, his daytimes, but sometimes I have his nights. But does he love you like he loves me? Does he think of you when he's holding me? And does he whisper all his fantasies? Does he love you like he's been loving me? But when he's with me, he says he needs me, he says he wants me, he says that he believes in me. And when I'm in his arms, oh he swears there's no one else. Is he deceiving me, or am I deceiving myself? But does he love you like he loves me? Does he think of you when he's holding me? And does he whisper all his fantasies? Does he love you like he's been loving me? Oh, shouldn't I lose my temper? Oh, and shouldn't I be ashamed? Cause I have everything to lose. Oh, but I, I have nothing to gain. But does he love you like he loves me? Does he think of you when he's holding me? And does he whisper all his fantasies? Does he love you like he's been loving me? Oh, does he love you?