When you put your hand in my hair
You just think I don’t care
You can’t feel the thrill on my back
When you touch my skin.
But you can’t call it love
This is not the little thing that everybody call love
You know, the little thing you wrote in my hand
You made a kiss on my thumb
L on my first finger
O on the 2nd
V on the 3rd
E on the little one.
But you can’t call love what I feel for you.
‘Cause you never kiss my mouth
‘Cause you’re not jealous
When I watch men on the street.
‘Cause it’s stronger, it’s sweeter, it’s deeper than love
‘Cause you’re my father, my mother
You’re my brother, my sister
No, nobody can call it love
‘Cause you’re a woman
‘nd I’m a girl.