In this bag of stuff I brought to you You didn't mind sorting it throughYou would never be the trouble and strife If I made you my Swiss Army wifeI could give this up, I could walk away It doesn't fill me up, it didn't anywayI won't do that to you, won't do that to youDo that to your own, do that to youI don't mind when the boys look at you If I was them I'd be doing it tooI mean more to you than handbags and shoes I'm so sorry, there's been a fewI don't trust too much, I don't love enough But I'm giving up, all this giving upI won't do that to you, won't do that to youDo that to your own, do that to youDo that to your own, do that to youDo that to your own, do that to youSuddenly I'm not the jealous guy Another sign that we're doing it rightI could give this up, I could walk away Cause you fill me up, each and every dayI promise that I won't do that to you, won't do that to youDo that to your own, do that to youI won't do that to you, won't do that to youDo that to your own, do that to youI won't do that to you, won't do that to youDo that to your own, do that to youDo that to your own, do that to your own