Warm and snug, 
like my man, 
but not my man.
It lays in my nitty-gritty, 
and in between my sheets at night.
Caint wrestle wit it,
it’ll pin me down.
Caint fight it,
it’ll beat me brown.
It walks wit me like a second shadow,
never sayin’ nothin’, 
but always in my way.
Layin’ in my nitty-gritty,
and in between my sheets at night.
Trippin’ me up so’s to make me fall.
I ain’t up to dealin’ wit too much mo’.
Disturbin’ it is – always jockin’ my chain 
from side to side, never lettin’ go.
Pointin’, blamin’, accusin’, cursin’
me – for his, hers, theirs –
and layin’ in my nitty-gritty,
and in between my sheets at night.
It just ain’t right.
I want it outta my sight.