Without Me by S. A. David

I heard you moved on without me

They said you are now an indigene of Paris

Times confirmed that he put a ring on your finger

Gist and Gossip says you carry his baby

I saw the nuptial images, successful without me

They idolized you beautiful black queen of Paris

Everyone jostled to kiss the ring on your finger

But you were my baby

You moved on without me

Because your dream and life was Paris

You removed my ring from your finger

Who would carry my baby?