Pouty little lips,
Pulled back hair,
Dark eyeliner,
And an ice cold stare,

You see that man,
Standing over there,
That’s my ring,
That he wears,

What’s she doin’
What’s she wearin’
Does she even know
who I am?

I see why she’s here,
I see what she wants,
No piece of body,
She won’t flaunt,

Red high heels,
Cheap perfume,
All heads turn,
When she walks in the room,

What’s she doin’
What’s she wearin’
Does she even know
who I am?

There’s no way, she’s goin’ near my man,
There’s is nothing, I won’t do or say,
To make her stay away!

It’s all hangin’ out,
And the way she struts,
There aint no doubt,
She’s only a ****,

I’ll make this blunt,
I’ll make this plain,
She won’t feel good,
If I have to explain,

What’s she doin’
What’s she wearin’
Doesn’t she know
Who I am?

She looked at my man,
She’s checkin’ him out,
she walked up to him,
And I had to shout,

There’s no doubt,
I was getting’ mean,
I raised my voice,
And caused a scene, HEY!

What’s she doin’
What’s she wearin’
Does she know
How strong I am?

I made her get away, away from my man,
I can guarantee next time she’ll say,
She’s gonna’ stay away!
Away from my man!