Ms. Steal-Your-Man, Pt. 1

There's a tale, I'm about to tell you

It's bout her – the lady you know

Now before, I'll share and write it

I must warn you're not gon' like it

Well, she is cool and she is lean

And she knows how to make a scene

She can make, spend all your money

Then believe oh, she's all yours, honey

She is called by the name Ms. Steal-Your-Man

Well, she can do stuff your wife wouldn't

Make believe, that she can't or couldn't

Life will end after your karma

Gets to you and takes your armour

Now, she don't cook and she don't clean

But she knows, how to be just mean

You might as well go out and spy her

She will be at your friend's garden

Now she is called by the name Ms. Steal-Your-Man