Bedda At Home

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 s*xiness in my restitute makes me Want to cook my favorite recipe And place it on your table, baby Your in-toxic ting 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 want to 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 'Cause, I got something better at home Ooh ohoo ooo 'Cause, 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 won't betray you unintentionally, or intentionally I got you babe You can rest your shoulders and sleep at night Okay Alright 'cause I know 'Cause 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 Ohh oohh --- Bedda at Home - Jill Scott