Call it love

You don't like me talking to other men

You don't like me talk to my

CRaZy Friends

You don't like it

when I'm sitting all alone

am I supposed to

talk to the walls then?

You cringe when my hair's a

complete mess

but you care whenever

i get over stressed

You want me to look hot

and a little sexy

But then you groan when i wear that

little black dress

You haven't yet

made it official

but you're showing like

I'm your possession

you tell me that you like

The imPerFect Me

Then why the hell

you want that perfection?

You say I like you

a lot baby

and I'm getting

possessive , insane and crazy

I think i know

what you're talking about

So, let's just

Call It Love already...