Love me too You love him more, should love him less. I pick up behind him and take his mess. When things go, go wrong with you, it hurts, hurts me, too. You love him more, should love him less. I pick up behind him and take his mess. When things go, go wrong with you, it hurts, hurts me, too. Now you better leave him; he better put you down. Oh, I won't stand to see you pushed around. When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too.