I call you at your house, but you�re not at home
As the machine comes on, I hear that familiar song
The same one we were kissing to all night long
Seeing your face as I hear your voice
Knowing at that moment that I made the right choice
Remembering the nights that voice lulled me to sleep
Breaking my trance in time to hear �Please leave a message after the beep.�
Listening to the rest of the musical score
Longing to hear your deep sexy voice once more
But alas the message ends
Now what do I say? It all depends�
Do I want you to come over or do I want to go out?
Do I want to be whispering your name or do I want to shout?
I leave you a message saying meet me at my place at eight
I hang up the phone and I can hardly wait
I drive to the store and grab an expensive bottle of red wine
As I rush into the flower shop I check the time
7:15pm not a moment to waste
Have to get back to the house post haste
On the way to house I grab some soft music to play
Turning of the headlights as I enter the driveway
Put the wine on ice and prepared a romantic meal
Starting with steamed rice and ending perfectly seasoned veal
For desert I was thinking of something a little less greasy
Like the sweet taste of you followed by the warm feeling of me going down easy
I pull back the all covers on my bed
And coat the sheets in soft rose petals, from foot to head
Lighting strawberry incense to get the house smelling just right
Showering and changing my clothes, preparing myself for the events of the night
I was looking fabulously tight
Cream Armani suit with the shoes and kangol to match
When I saw it the store I knew this suit was all that
The clock strikes eight and I�m ready for my perfect date
No phone call saying you�re going to be late
9:30pm on the clock and you�re still not here
Cars drive by and out my front window I constantly peer
I pick up the phone and call your house at ten
Hoping to leave another message again
But instead I change my mind
I figure I should go and see you this time
I get in my car and refresh my cologne
Wishing to pick you up and bring you to my home
11:30pm and I�m in front of your place
But there is another car parked in your space
I go up to the door and paused before I knocked
I hear an unfamiliar voice, which alerted me to stop
I back away from the door, I can�t believe my ears
I know you couldn�t be cheating on me, this is worst than I feared
Putting my ear to the door, in hopes to hear some more
I wasn�t prepared for what was really in store
The door opened slightly and I could clearly see your bed
I gasped at the sight of some woman�s legs wrapped tightly around your head
Long polished nails trekking through your short hair
And all I could do is watch and stare
I close the door, I could not believe my eyes
I could probably understand better if it was with another guy
With all the love I gave, you were never mistreated
But it was with this woman that you cheated
I got in my car in tears and slowly drove away
Leaving behind one red rose on the hood of the car in the driveway
� April 18, 2000