Baby, I just don't get it
Do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smell the perfume,
the make up on his shirt
You don't believe his stories
You know that they're all lies
Bad as you are, you stick around
And I just don't know why

If I was your man, baby you'd
Never worry 'bout, what I'd do
I'd be coming home, back to you
Every night, doin' you right
You're the type of woman, deserves good things
Fist full of diamonds, hand full of rings
Baby, you're a star
I just wanna show you, you are