She said her man's been treating her daily
to arguments and its testing her patience
Coming home around 2am on the daily
and has the nerve to ask why his dinner
plate ain't ready...
I hear her, but I'm not really listening
cause while she talking I'm daydreaming
about everything she's really missing
It's more than just my hugs n' kisses
or late night showers, tasting the water
from her body while its dripping...
But my fantasy is short-lived
because my conscience wont allow me
to finish something her man should be fulfilling
She inquires about my feelings but
I deny her access...
Why would I nominate myself for a prize
I'll never have in my possession?
Anything I say will just be an honorable mention
I'll continue to give her distant attention
She needs my ear, but my heart can't be too attentive
But before I hang up this time maybe
this next quote will get her attention:
"See you in my dreams, its too bad you
wont see what I do to you in them..."