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