Well Baby.

You enjoy talking to those other girls,
Like what they have is what I'm missing.
Well baby, I don't have it all.
Are those girls the reason for your dissing,
'Cause I'm sick of the excuses.

I thought we were going to get through this,
And forget your alibis.
Well baby, you keep bringing it upon yourself,
By all these stupid lies,
You continue to tell.

My hearts been broken before,
So I know the feeling.
Well baby, love doesn't feel this way.
Now this is my time for healing,
And I don't want to see you.

So I want you gone,
And I don't plan on seeing you around.
Well baby, this is what happens
When you treat those girls you found,
Better than the one you had.