Letra de He's Not My Baby, I'm His

I wait all Sunday for him to come for me When he don't by Monday, I cry myself into a hunger And he's twice my age, it's a guilty pleasure For a man that seems like he should know, he should know better He talk-talk down to me Don't know what he want-want-want from me He could have it all so easily But instead, he make me, make me go, oh He got me in the bag, but he won't take it home I like it when he says: I'm too young to know To know what this is (know what this is) 'Cause he ain't about a thing (ain't about a thing) Come down to business (down to business) He's not my baby, I'm his Not my baby, I'm his No, no Stroking my hair to stroke my ego And no one feels quite as seen as when a child gets chosen And I'm half his age, it's a rite of passage To know it's wrong, but not quite care, don't care what happens He talk-talk down to me Don't know what he want-want-want from me He could have it all so easily But instead, he make me, make me go, oh He got me in the bag, but he won't take it home I like it when he says: I'm too young to know To know what this is (know what this is) 'Cause he ain't about a thing (ain't about a thing) Come down to business (down to business) He's not my baby, I'm his He got me in the bag, but he won't take it home I like it when he says: I'm too young to know To know what this is (know what this is) 'Cause he ain't about a thing (ain't about a thing) Come down to business (down to business) He's not, he's not, no He got me in the bag, but he won't take it home I like it when he says: I'm too young to know To know what this is (know what this is) 'Cause he ain't about a thing (ain't about a thing) Come down to business (down to business) He's not my baby, I'm his