Bedda At Home (Acoustic Version) Jill Scott

[Verse 1]
You're the kind that turns my head and makes me look
Woo, well, well, ah, ah, ah, ah
You're the kind that makes me pull single dollars
Out my pocketbook, ooh baby
Your sexiness and veracity
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

[Chorus]
But I, I've got something better at home
Woo-hoo-woo, ooh-woo-woo
Hey hey, I got something better at home

[Verse 2]
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 utter respect
Makes me wanna grow 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
No-no-no, baby