You watch me get ready for what you suspect is a date with another man. Perfume, jewelry, fishnets with garter, high heels, as sexy tight skirt. I never dress up like this for you anymore. I see you watching me and tell you that I'm sick of hiding it, I've been cheating on you for years, why should I lie? You're weak and in love and you'd never leave me. I straight up tell you that I'm addicted to the way black men make me feel.