Selma crossed her arms, a defensive spark in her eyes. "Leo, it is not what you think. They are just friends, business connections. You know how this industry is. I'm loyal to you."

"No," Selma countered. "You're trying to act like a brave hero standing up for us, but there isn't a drop of heroic blood in you. You're just projecting your own insecurities because you can't handle a strong woman. Your excuses are empty, Leo. They just don't hold water."

Selma sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. She shifted her tone, trying to play off his worries with sweet words and excuses, claiming that her heart was his alone and that she was just playing the social game to survive.

Leo shook his head, looking straight at her. "You are starting to look like all the other players out there. There is no real room for me here. What exactly am I to you?"

The hit song is a passionate dialogue about broken trust, false promises, and the games people play in relationships.

"Stop it, Leo," Selma said firmly. "That excuse doesn't hold water. To vodu ne pije. I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but you are playing with me like I am some kind of toy."