Baby I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies Bad as you are, you stick around and I just don't know why
If I was ya man Baby you Never worry 'bout What I do I'd be coming home Back to you Every night, doin' you right
You're the type of woman Deserves good things Fistful of diamonds Hand full of rings Baby, you're a star I just want to show you, you are
You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Baby good love and protection Make me your selection show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you, love you, yeah
Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame Don't even know what you're worth Everywhere you go they stop and stare 'Cause you're bad and it shows From your head to your toes, out of control, baby you know
If I was your man Baby you Never worry 'bout What I do I'd be coming home Back to you Every night, doin' you rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
