This is for the stoler's lady I see the signs when he wakes me up at night Calling back to go to his bedroom And said dirty talk about our dinner late I saw his eyes were rolling for his wife And I was feeling disgust by him And wanna be home by mine new lover But he does cookes breakfast and drop nice Dinners and she is my best friend He is an killer man Knows cooks well, know the point of the meat He is an intelectutal, and everything he can do better And he ain't me, he is the better version of her He still does not have my name, I wanna be he the same And never let him forget, I might stole this man From my bestfriend Because man like man never will be He isnt me, he ain't me He is the better version of hers and me Better marry him!