Jill Scott bedda at home

You're that kind that turns my head
And makes me look
You're the kind that makes me pull single dollars
Out my pocket book, ooh baby
Your sexiness in my restitute make me
Wanna cook my favorite recipe
And place it on your table, baby
You're intoxicating and so divine
You're the kind that stays on a sista's mind
And I know you'll think this is crazy
But I, I've got something better at home
I got something better at home
He's the kind that breaks it down
And curls my toes, baby
He's the kind that loves my mind
And feeds my soul and I love it baby
His intellect and outer respect
Makes me wanna crawl and be my best
And I know, he loves his baby
His sense of self and silliness
Makes the hardest things the simplest
And I, I look but don't touch, never know baby
'Cause I, I got something better at home
'Cause I, I got something better at home
Baby I know you love me and your love is wonderful
You help me feel free, I won't betray you unintentionally
Or intentionally, I got you babe
You can rest your shoulders and sleep at night, okay
Alright 'cause I know 'cause I know know know
I know, I got somethin' better at home
I know I got somethin' better at home
Alright alright, alright let's calm down now
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