(Ricky Riddle - Mac Donald)

Oh, you sit there and smile and you hold him by the hand
You make him a failure and break him as a man
You know he was mine you took the things I claimed
Look into the mirror woman ain't you ashamed.

Ain't you ashamed that you took all I owned
You lured him away from me with your sweet lies and song
Your kinds're dime a dozen and you think that love's a game
Look into the mirror woman ain't you ashamed.

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These gray hairs I wear are not put there by age
In my book of life your name's on many a page
Our fire of love was burning but you lured him from the flame
Look into the mirror woman ain't you ashamed
Ain't you ashamed...