Got a phone call this morning, early in the morning
from a woman, sound like she was in distress, sound like her life was in a mess, she said:
Well you don't know me, but I'm in love with your man (repeat)
Because of you I don't seem him often, but I see him as often as I can
I'm so tired of hiding and I'm so tired of sneaking around
I just want him to be freeso I can love the best man that I've found
And I said:
I Know how you feel
Cause I got tired of walking the foor
So I packed up his match box (things) last week
And he don't live here no more
And I guess you haven't seen him
You haven't seen him in a long time
You've got the wrong number
He's another's woman's headache
Not yours, not mine
Have a nice day!!
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