Lyrics: Emile Haynie/SIENNA SPIRO/Lucy Healey
Music: Emile Haynie/SIENNA SPIRO/Lucy Healey
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