I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned if I see,

I'll be damned if I see

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned!

My man was one of those neat freaks.

Everything just had to be sparkles:

the floors, his shirts, even the subwear.

One day I was sick and tired of being the maid.

So, that night, i ran his bath water extra watts.

Then I accidentally dropped his radio Into the water!

I finally put the sparkle back into our relationship.

At least I did it clean !

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned if I see, I'll be damned if I see

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned!

We were high school sweethearts.

We went to prom together,

graduated together and we even went to college together.

He was my first everything.

I just knew he would be my husband.

Until one day I got an invate to his wedding in the mail.

I damn right showed up,

I wanted to congratulate him personally.

After all, it does said "'till death do us apart", right ?

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned if I see, I'll be damned if I see

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned!

We met in my salsa dance class.

His moves were so intoxicating.

Let's just say we danced on the dance-floor,

in the bedroom, the kitchen, my BMW, AI PAPI !

Until one day, he decided to switch from salsa to ballet.

And I caught him in first position

with my best friend Carlos.

Now they both can tango very dirty !

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned if I see, I'll be damned if I see

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned!

I've always been and independent woman (question !).

But I knew he was broke when I met him.

But I didn't mind, though, 'cause he always put it down.

I took him everywhere, India, Brazil, Milan, you name it.

But little did I know,

he was picking up a souvenir in every city.

So when a caught him with that extra souvenir,

i stabbed his passport to his final destination:

to hell !

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned if I see, I'll be damned if I see

I'll be damned if I see another chick on his arm.

I'll be damned!

I'll be damned!