In this bag of stuff I brought to you
You didn’t mind sorting it through
You would never be the trouble and strife
If I made you my Swiss army wife

I could give this up
I could walk away
It doesn’t fill me up
It didn’t anyway

I won’t do that to you
Won’t do that to you
Do that to you
Won’t do that to you

I don’t mind when the boys look at you
If I was them I’d be doin’ it too
I mean more to you than handbags and shoes
I’m so sorry, there’s been a few

I don’t trust too much
I don’t love enough
But I’m giving up
All this giving up

I won’t do that to you
Won’t do that to you
Do that to you
Won’t do that to you

Suddenly I’m not the jealous guy
Another sign that we’re doing it right

I could give this up
I could walk away
’Cause you fill me up
Each and every day

I promise that
I won’t do that to you
Won’t do that to you
Do that to you
Won’t do that to you
(I couldn’t do that to you)
Won’t do that to you
Won’t do that to you
Do that to you
Won’t do that to you
(I couldn’t do that to you)
I won’t do that to you
Won’t do that to you
Do that to you
Won’t do that to you
(I couldn’t do that to you)