Looking around the smoked filled room
After a long day, looking forward to a night out
Running late, I tried to call
Just getting your voicemail
Getting home I called again
As I ran up the stairs
Opening the door to our bedroom
Laid on the bed was the outfit you picked
Grabbing the dress, stockings, and heels
Rushing to get them on
Never noticing the chain placed on my pillow
I hailed a cab
Told him the address
Yelling at him to step on it
Walking into the club
I spot you right away
The look on your face says it all
(Babygirl you are in trouble)
Casting my eyes to the floor
Making my way to you
Never making eye contact
I start to say
Feeling your hand cover my mouth
I know better not to say
You lean close, whispering in my ear
You’re late and not completely dressed
I bite my lip and laugh it away
Looking deep into your eyes
I see the darts start to fly my way
Stabbing me with anger
Looking towards the floor
Four words I say
Baby, I love you
