"Baby Girl" as written by Gerald Eaton, Brian West and Nelly Furtado....
Come here
Baby girl

I've seen a man cry, I've seen a man die inside
I've seen him say to me that he is only mine
That he gotta do what is best for him
Never let me in, not even begin
To tell me I'm the one under his moon and sun
That I am the thing that revolves around him
But while on top of him, I know what's best for him
I'll show him how to win, and let me in 'cause

I don't wanna be your baby girl (I, I, I, I, I)
I don't wanna be your little pearl
I just wanna be what's best for me (I, I, I, I, I)
To be winding down with my own star under my own sun
Ba-da-ba-ba, ching-ching-ching, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, ching-ching
Ba-da-ba-ba, da-gi, da-da-da-gi, da-day

We're all sorry now, I didn't mean to wow
Make you cry like that, it's just a little spat
Still, I want you to know, though I love you so
It's mostly me dreaming, forcing, believing
That you're an ideal, hell, I never steal
But I stole you from, from another one
So take yourself and wrap around my little finger
'Cause that's how I think it should swing

I don't wanna be your baby girl (I, I, I, I, I)
I don't wanna be your little pearl (I don't want to be, yeah)
I just wanna be what's best for me (I, I, I, I, I)
To be winding down with my own star under my own sun (why? why? why?)
Ba-da-ba-ba, ching-ching-ching, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, ching-ching
Ba-da-ba-ba, da-gi, da-da-da-gi, da-day

Why can't he see, why can't he see what's inside of me? Yeah
Don't you, don't you call me coochie-coo a little girl, now
Don't you gaga goo no coochie-coo girl
Now I'm so much more, can't you see? Can't you see?

Look who's writing now a token of their love
Can't you see love that it's just because
I wanted a cheap way to get inside your head
And not a cheap way to get inside your bed
Oh, you're running now, with that silly one
It's all over now, this woman's just begun
Maybe we'll see about the will and the way
Butterflies return some day

I don't wanna be your baby girl (I am what's right)
I don't wanna be your little pearl (don't even lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)
I just wanna be what's best for me (best for me, myself, myself)
To be winding down with my own star under my own sun (I, I, I, I, I)
Ba-da-ba-ba, ching-ching-ching, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, ching-ching
Ba-da-ba-ba, da-gi, da-da-da-gi, da-day
To be winding down (ba-da-ba-ba, ching-ching-ching,)
With my own star (ba-da-ba-ba-ba, ching-ching)
Under my own sun (ba-da-ba-ba, da-gi, da-da-da-gi, da-day)
Ba-da-ba-ba, ching-ching-ching, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, ching-ching
Ba-da-ba-ba, da-gi, da-da-da-gi, da-day


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"Baby Girl" as written by Brian West Gerald Eaton

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    General CommentIndeed. I used to listen to it all the time when I was 13. It's very catchy (bada-ba-ba-ba-ching-ching!) and i can totally relate.
    movieliciouson December 09, 2004   Link
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    General CommentThis song rocks! :D
    sugarlover28on August 24, 2002   Link
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    General Comment'But while on top of him I know what's best for him' good song :)
    raVer*gurLon March 10, 2005   Link
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    General Comment'I wanted a cheap way to get inside your head
    And not a cheap way to get inside your bed'

    Brilliant :D
    OnlyPainIsRealon January 13, 2008   Link

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