Stuck on Stupid 2

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