These gatherings have become a frequent occurrence as of late
To build up again the team spirit
In a crowded bar
Where she is in the centre of everyone's attention
And you hate it
You want her all to yourself
It's selfish you know, it's pretty stupid, too
She's not a toy or a pet that you own
You have no right to feel this way
Yet, when you see them look at her, want in their eyes
Madness boils inside of you
She's yours
Your dream, your fantasy
They flirt, touch, talk
While your body shakes with fury
You curse yourself for being irrational
As you try to bear in mind
You have no right to feel this way
Across the room your eyes meet
Gleaming dangerously
She moves over to your side
And under their watchful eyes
She claims your lips
Wordlessly announcing: You're hers