Here you go again,
With another sad song.
And they're starting to catch on,
But they're as deadly as the smoke in my lungs.

I wish you would realize,
That I'm smarter than you think.
And believe that we match,
About as much as orange and pink.

And don't think for a second,
That this is a game.
It's not my fault we didn't work out,
Its the simple fact that you're lame.

You see, I'm the type of brother,
Who knows when he has a good thing.
And you're the type of sister,
Who chases after that gold bling.

A real gold digger,
Is what I would say.
But that probably won't hurt you,
Anyway!

I know you've heard,
All of this stuff before.
But now you're the one,
Who's been knocking on my door.

All men are not bad,
It's just sisters like you.
Who drive a good man crazy,
You're making me foolish too.

You're blowing up my cell phone,
And no I ain't home.
I'm trying to stay away from you!

See you are a beautiful person,
And no you don't need,
To make a fool out of yourself,
By planting this ugly seed.

Stop being so jealous,
And let this good thing be.
For if you keep running me away,
Unlike that caged bird, I'll be free.

For I am not scared,
To move on with my life.
All the anger you have inside,
Will eventually make you my ex-wife.