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