Jill Scott - Bedda At Home lyrics

You're that kind

That turns my head and makes me look

Whoa whoa whoa uh uh uh...uh

You're the kind

That makes me pull single dollars

Out my pocket book, ooh baby

You're sexiness and vivacity makes me

Wanna cook my favorite recipe

And place it on your table, baby

Your 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 got something better at home

Ooh whoo oo woo woo

Hey hey I got something better at home

He's the kind that breaks it down

And curls my toes, woo woo woo baby ow

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

He sense of self and silliness

Makes the hardest things

The simplest and I look but don't touch

Never know baby

Cuz, I got something better at home

Ooh ohoo ooo

Cuz, I got something better at home

Ooh ohh woo wooo

Baby I know you love me

And your love is wonderful

You help me feel free

I wont betray you unintentionally, or intentionally

I got you babe

You can rest your shoulders and sleep at night

Okay

Alright cuz I know

Cuz I Know know know,

I know, I got something better at home

Oh

I know I got something better at home

I know oh oooh woo woo wooo

I got something better at home

Ohhhhh oohhhhhh