That Obsessive Look of Fake Passion

Keep on walking straight, don't turn back and show that obsessive look of fake passion; nobody can own me for the wildest night and have fun while I think of that sweet and true woman who has conquered me long ago; nothing can impress me, not even a wink! That obsessive look of fake passion can only show a bad intention, I may flirt, but that's as far as I go; possessing me is not loving me, I caught the licking of lips, but know that my sweetness is only offered to the one, I allow to kiss me... can this obsession be tolerated? Keep on walking straight, make believe I'm invisible and not really interested in anything; don't whisper words that are deceiving I'm faithful and unconquerable... the one I love owns all I got. I keep away from women who try to control me, I'm not a puppet; you can pull the strings all you want, I remain completely unaffected by the crazy effort you put into it... assuming I can be controlled, but that obsessive look of fake passion makes you laugh at your own lie.