Stuck on Stupid

Think your man's having an affair with me Found my phone number in his dungaree Smooth dude told lies Stuck on stupid, woman you ain't too wise He said "Someone you least suspect Showed no respect Placed digitsa in pockets against will While boogie downing at Sugar Hill" Narrowed culprit down to me Blind can't even see Wouldn't listen to the facts Requires too much thinking for that I ain't no hungry-conniving cat Chasing after your sorry-ass rat Got too much class for that As a matter of fact Told me "Girlfriend I don't play that shit" Called me a low-down-dirty bitch Head rocking, eyes rolling, hands making fists Getting down-right funky with it Slandering my name Playing mouse-trap game Fourteen-years friendship down the drain Child go back from whence you came Squinting nose up at me Like you're some kind of queen bee Rendezvousing with another woman's spouse That makes "you the Cat and he's the Mouse" Eighteen years wasted fooling around Sleazy hotels getting down Body wet drenched in sweat Still haven't left wife for you yet Time slipping, slipping, slipping You tripping, tripping, tripping Cupid's arrows steadily missing You constantly bitching Down low, creeping and crawling Up high, sneaking and calling Stuck on stupid, Woman you ain't too wise Girl you better recognize. dedicated to the ladies... LaLa Curse My Grand Finale 3/15/04