Karaoké He's Not My Baby, I'm His SIENNA SPIRO

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 'cos he ain't about a thing

Come down to business

He's not my baby, I'm his

Not my baby, I'm his

No, no

Yeah

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 'cos he ain't about a thing

Come 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 'cos he ain't about a thing

Come 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 'cos he ain't about a thing

Come down to business

He's not my baby, I'm his