I stopped eating when you cook, And complimenting your look. I say things that make you cry, And you say you don't know why. You say I'm hateful, And always ungrateful, You think I don't know, What happens when I go. You think he's a secret, one that is well kept, So you think I don't know that with him you have slept. I know more than I say; I know more than I see, I know that the food and looks isn't for me. You have fr...