Bedda at Home Jill Scott

[Verse]
You're the 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 [?] makes 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 got something better at home
Ooh whoo oo woo woo
Hey hey, I got something better at home

[Verse]
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