He thinks he's the mack,
That he plays me like a fool.
Little does he know
When he hops from the sack,
There's someone else there before the sheets even cool.
And when he says he needs to be alone,
There's someone else tucking me in.
And when he calls back in the middle of the night,
Someone else is going where he's been.
Kissing the skin he wouldn't own,
Bringing back the smile he drove away,
Taking what he said he wanted, but would never claim.
Now he's losing what he never had,
He says he hates an empty bed.