I call it drama But it might very well be Fate’s reciprocation Of the hurt and frustration That is my (cuss) And the things that I do Yes on you I cheat All the girls behind your back I meet A snake in the dirt A player’s gift of flirt All the apples I pick Make me sick With worms of charm I know tears are falling My name in your sleep you’re calling Every night when I wont answer my phone Cause I’m wrapped up in another woman…