If you see me on the street I don’t expect we’ll speak But please acknowledge me And don’t pretend we didn’t sleep Entangled in the sheets She washes every week But don’t you worry I won’t make a scene in front of her. ‘Cause I know you love me Though not enough to leave And I’m half praying You would disappear to somewhere I could never be. No. I couldn’t let you go. I’m forced to watch the show; I bought the most expensive seats. I’m here in the front row.