Think you're having an affair with me?
Found my phone number in your caller ID
A smooth dude that told lies
Stuck on stupid, boy you ain't too wise
He said "Someone you least suspect
Showed no respect
Placed digits in pockets against will
While boogying down at Sugar Hill"

Narrowed culprit down to her
Nobody even whispered a word
I wouldn't listen to the facts
I had too much pride to believe all that
I ain't no man-hunting brat
Chasing after you, a sorry-ass rat
Got too much class for that
As a matter of fact

Told me "Girl I don't play that shit"
Called me a low-down-dirty bitch
Shit talking, storming off, hands making fists
My time narrowed down to put up with it
Slandering my name
Running around, playing and losing your own game
A whole summer of friendship down the drain
BOY go back from whence you came

Squinting nose up at me
Like you're some kind of king PLEASE
Rendezvousing with your ex spouse
That makes "you the Cat and she's the Mouse"

About 3 months wasted fooling around
Sleazy private conversations getting down
Body wet, like a dog in heat and sweat
Still haven't been down to see me yet.

Time slipping, slipping, slipping
You tripping, tripping, tripping
Cupid's arrow steadily missing
You constantly bitching

Up high, I'm weeping and praying
Down low, your dick is still swaying
Stuck on stupid,
Boy you ain't too wise
Boy you better recognize...

dedicated to: you know who you are
LaLa
The Grand Finale
3/15/04