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 cuz
chorus: i don't wanna be your baby girl i don't wanna be your little pearl i just wanna be what's best for me to be one-da-dum with my own star under my own sun
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 cuz that's how it should swing
chorus
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
