What's wrong,
So what you found the thong.
Now I am mad,
Because you make me feel really bad.
About my grades,
And now your framing me for the new charades.
It was his ring,
you gave him that piece of bling.
But now you lie to him like a lawyer,
Because no longer it sits in the drawer.
I know I loved that ring,
And if I had it I'd surely sing.
But I don't,
And believe me over his precious love he won't.
He says you'd never do that to him,
Because he thinks that you don't sin.
You back stabbed me saying she took it,
So out of this hostile room I book it.
I have to find a way,
To prove it wasn't me.
And show him your lie,
Because he loves it so much he'll surely cry.
And this anger and fury over a ring,
That small yet special piece of bling.
