Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

Just because I'm a woman My mistakes are no worse than yours Yes, I've made my mistakes But listen and understand I can see you're disappointed By the way you look at me And I'm sorry that I'm not The woman you thought I'd be So when you look at me

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed