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!