Hook:
This is serious, but you don’t care do you?
This is serious, what you need to prove?
This is the real thing, this is the real thing
But this love ain’t nothing more to you
…than the ring

She don’t really love
She saw me across the room
I don’t even wanna guess or assume
But I’m sure those lips carry doom
She don’t really love
A pretty face to pursue
Before I knew it, she moved
No inhibition or couth
She don’t really love
She had the men by their jaws
No need to question her cause
I checked for rings on her claws
She don’t really love
She took a second to pause
And said, “my husband gets off at ten…
What should we do til then?”

Hook

She don’t really love, what we gon’ do with her
There ain’t a God-given man in the universe
That she ain’t down to conquer, should you choose to flirt
She’s an expert gardener, move this dirt
Under carpet, sweep away, she’s feeling cheap today
And she used to fight, she used to keep away
Now she flirts with disaster in a deeper way
She’ll take an order of men on the side, please and thanks
She don’t need a bank, her husband is her funds
And when she needs to feed her kids, buddy is the one
She just wants simple fun/her man is just a means
He even plays into her hand when she dust and cleans
It ain’t what it seems/not to him, at least
She’s making friends at the gym, hopes it’s not him that sees
She gets a little bolder, with every passing thrill
You’re never sure if she’s been with ‘em all or acting still

Hook