There's a tale, I'm about to tell you It's bout her – the lady you know Now before, I'll share and write it I must warn you're not gon' like it Well, she is cool and she is lean And she knows how to make a scene She can make, spend all your money Then believe oh, she's all yours, honey She is called by the name Ms. Steal-Your-Man Well, she can do stuff your wife wouldn't Make believe, that she can't or couldn't Life will end after your karma Gets to you and takes your armour Now, she don't cook and she don't clean But she knows, how to be just mean You might as well go out and spy her She will be at your friend's garden Now she is called by the name Ms. Steal-Your-Man