The Other Woman
no need to explain
see that thing between him and me
don't worry about that because there's no more chemistry
get yourself a real man
that will own up to his mistakes
instead of me answering his phone
hearing you other women complaints
about how your on top and I'm on the bottom
you want his man; take him no problem
but just so you'll know
he's like a puzzle; can't solve him
you're getting a trick not a treat
all his women are toys
and like pieces of meat
this is the last phone call I'm taking
Christmas is coming you dummy
and I'm in my damn kitchen baking
so do me a favor
please take him and don't look back
shows over
no refunds
now fade to black
Copyright © Kelly Greaves | Year Posted 2009
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