Bedda At Home

You're the 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 You're s*xiness and vivacity Make 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, I've got something bedda at home I got something bedda at home He's the kind that breaks it down and curls my toes 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 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 I don't touch No, no, no baby 'Cuz I, I got something bedda at home 'Cuz I, I got something bedda 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 'Cuz I know 'Cuz I know, know, know I know I got something bedda at home I know I got something bedda at home Alright, alright, okay, let's calm down [Incomprehensible]