Its getting late
Your mans not home
And Im the reason
Youre all alone
You called his work
But hes not there
And Im the reason
You sit up in fear
You pray its the rain
Thats kept him away
But Im the reeason
Your mans out to play
Wannà know my secret
How I lure them in
Well thats simple
By being a friend
To tell the truth
Im no beauty queen
Your man is here
Cause I cater to his needs
As he sits here
Happy in my embrace
He closes his eyes
And he sees your face
I envy you
But youre such a fool
Whàt youve taken for granted
I would treat so royal
Youre his life
Im just a phase
Give him some time
And Ill surely fade
But late at night
When he sneaks in
Ask him my friend
Where has he been
He will tell you his lies
But remember the truth
Im the reason
Your man wasnt with you1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem