But I think that you're being unfaithful to me. When I look in the eyes of these other men's faces, I see that they're pleased. Compliments of your graces. Did you forget those times when your man was down and out? Or the way you cheered me up? And how you'd impart my mouth? What about the comedies that we would watch at home? Or how you warmed my heart when it felt hard as stone?