He thought he could have me, and play me like the other ones
He thought it would be easy, to find a way in, but slowly I played him like he was my own son
I see he want to be hard, and play with fire
But can’t he see that, I can break him down so his playing ways are finally expired
Trying wrap me up, but I’m the one with the power
I can make his ego, die and go stale and turn sour
I have ways, to push him down, head first
That’ll teach him, how to treat a lady, and stead his little man’s first
