Ever met a man dat seem like a dime?

But when yu look deepa,

Him commit nuff crime,

Him always a search fa a cheater's alibi,

You may ketch him red handed,

But him always a say, "I didn't do it!"

You know him lying in your stomach's pit,

"I'm being stalked!", He would exclaim,

You're too in love to call his game,

"Those other women just followed me around,

They have no basis, They have no ground, They just show up all ova town!"

Those women are just as dumb-founded,

From the lies he has compounded,

The cheater's alibis are always startling,

They muddle and confuse your thinking,

A cheater would even blame God,

Just to get a taste of cod.