Jealous over a maybe

With his arm across your waist And your fingers lingering underneath his shirt Spinning circles on his chest This night is a waste at best You can't be serious Have you looked at me? I say all the perfect words And I'm smoothe and stylish With a smile and an introduction I can make myself part of any regulars But I can't change the fact That your on his arm Whats he got that I haven't got Name one thing he can do better Because then I'll be amazed By the way he was rushing off to the pasted out phase I'd be stunned and dazed Maybe even knocked down a peg or two But until then... I'll remember when... I called you and then... I walked in and after that... We sat together and had a chat... I'm still confused... Leading me on and then turning me away? How?