I been trapped in the eyes of a woman who is with another guy, whispers of her voice saying she loves me in my mind and I'm the guy of her choice but what annoys me you see it's just a fantasy. The reality we see is us not able to be I say maybe if we find a way to keep it on the low I'll still get my cheese, my pesos and you won't appear to be a hoe to them you was never that in my eye Maybe to them other guys to me you the other half of my soul the love of my life.