Won’t do that

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

CHORUS:
I won’t do that to you
Won’t do that to you
Do that to you, won’t,
I wouldn’t do that to you

I don’t mind when the boys look at you
If I was them, I’d be doing 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

CHORUS

Suddenly I’m not a 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 everyday

I promise that I won’t do that to you, won’t do that to you
Do that to you, won’t,
I couldn’t do that to you.