I know you could end up loving me, and that’s not wrong
But you sleep with him every night, where you belong
Sometimes I want to call you just to hear your voice
My baby love, how do I make this choice?
Sometimes I want to ghost you and move on
But then I remember the way you turn me on
And there I go, logging back on WhatsApp
Hoping to find some kiss emojis in our chat
Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
I’m the extra; you’ve already got him, too
It started as a joke, but now I’m caught, it’s true
I know you love me, but you love him, too
You post photos online, writing him sweet words
But it’s me who gives you the massages that you deserve
I love you softly but with a hint of rage
I take you to the clouds without needing a plane
How selfish of you to want us both
You tell me, “If I see you with someone, I’ll make the first blow”
But I just take it; I endure the pain
That it’s him who holds you when you’re cold again
Damn it, I’ve told you, I’m not immortal
I don’t have a chest of steel or a heart of ice
What I’m feeling now is fatal
Baby, I think this might be fatal
So tell me, what am I supposed to do?
I’m the extra; you’ve already got him, too
It started as a joke, but now I’m caught, it’s true
I know you love me, but you love him, too
Ah, I know you love me, or at least you show it
Don’t lie, be honest, you miss the nights we spent in the moment
We used to go until late, relentless and potent
Now I listen to Frank Sinatra, smoke, and think of you in torment
I’m the bad guy you’d never introduce to your mom
But she knows you well, and she can sense the storm
She knows there’s someone else, no blame for how you feel inside
She doesn’t want a prince like in Cinderella’s ride
I get it, I’ve loved two at the same time
I earned your trust, don’t expect me to give you mine
If I see you with him, I wish I could read your mind
You spoke sweetly, and now we’re cruising in the Benz ride
Baby, tell me, what am I supposed to do?
(I’m the extra; you’ve already got him, too)
(It started as a joke, but now I’m caught, it’s true)
(I know you love me, but you love him, too)
Baby, tell me, what am I supposed to do?
(I’m the extra; you’ve already got him, too)
(It started as a joke, but now I’m caught, it’s true)
(I know you love me, but you love him, too)