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

Stroke in my head, it's a stroke of 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 Writer/s: Emile Haynie, Lucy Healey, Raymond Mason, Sienna Spiro
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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