You do me wrong,  
And all I do, is right;  
You are seen with other girls,  
And you say, "They are just co-workers;"  

So then I ask, "Why so late at night?," 
And I already know what you're gonna say;  
You say, "I'm heading to a party for co-workers." 
Was it an excuse? 

If not, why wasn't I invited?


** written for: Cynthia H.  
** dedicated to: Noel T.    aka 'Sharky'