The Mistress
It's getting late
Your man's not home
And I'm the reason
You're all alone
You called his work
But he's not there
And I'm the reason
You sit up in fear
You pray it's the rain
Thats kept him away
But I'm the reason
Your man is out to play
Wanna know my secret
How I lure them in
Well, that's simple
By being a friend
To tell the truth
I'm no beauty queen
Your man is here
'Cause I cater to his needs
He sits here, happy
In my embrace
But he closes his eyes
And he sees your face
I envy you
But you're such a fool
What you're taking for granted
I would treat so royal
You're his life
And I'm just a phase
Give him some time
And I'll surely fade
But late at night
When he sneaks in
Ask him, my friend,
Where has he been
He'll tell you his lies
But remember the truth
I'm the reason
Your man wasn't with you. 09/13/15
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