Well, Michael's on the telephone, there's a woman on the line

And there's lipstick on his button-down and it sure as hell ain't mine

But really ain't no matter, I've been hangin' out next door

Learnin' how to shoot a handgun and clean up blood off the floors

I've been talkin' to the chief, the chief of our police

And I've been gettin' kind of cozy with the law enforcement, see

This is really Michael's fault, he's why I'm goin' to jail

But my lawyer said that's bullshit, won't hold up or get me bail

But I know her name is Baby and she lives at five-oh-three

Westbury Avenue on a quiet little street

So I got a little silencer, not too much more than free

And I might pay a visit to Michael's young Baby

When Michael came and told me the last thing I thought I'd hear

He said I got this woman pregnant and I seen you actin' weird

So I had to bite the bullet and I threw the gun away

It was mostly an idea mixed in with a bit of rage

I said, "Micheal, I'm leavin' and it's best you let it be

And don't you do to Baby as you've done to me"

So I bought a one-way ticket and I went to Minnesota

And I spent all Micheal's money and I picked up the telephone-a

And I dialed up sweet Baby, said, "Let me hear the cry

'Cause I feel in some odd way that this child's partly mine"

Well, then Baby started sobbin' and then she said to me

"Micheal's been a-cheatin' and I've been flirtin' with the chief"

I said, "Did you buy a handgun?", she said, "Yes, um, that I did

But I threw it out once Micheal said he was havin' another kid"