Baby this game you playing
is growing old
my love is going cold
because you sit here, and be so bold
and think you can go out and be with another
knowing i am home holding you down
boy i wont be ya clown, some times all i can do is frown
Because my tears have dried up, and i am just fed up
so when i am fussing, and cussing know time is running out
without a doubt, so don't be foolish and think imma beh here before the night is out