He’s Not My Baby, I’m His

He’s Not My Baby, I’m His - SIENNA SPIRO

Lyrics by：Emile Haynie/SIENNA SPIRO/Lucy Healey

Composed by：Emile Haynie/SIENNA SPIRO/Lucy Healey

Produced by：Emile Haynie/Omer Fedi

I wait all Sunday

For him to come for me

When he don't by Monday I cry myself into a hunger

And he's twice my age

It's a guilty pleasure

For a man that seems like he should know he should know better

He talk talk down to me

Don't know what he want want want from me

He could have it all so easily

But instead he make me make me go

Oh

He got me in the bag but he won't take it home

I like it when he says I'm too young to know

To know what this is

Know what this is

'Cause he ain't about a thing

Ain't about a thing

Come down to business Down to business

He's not my baby I'm his

Not my baby I'm his

No no

Stroking my hair

To stroke my ego

And no one feels quite as seen as when a child gets chosen

And I'm half his age

It's a rite of passage

To know it's wrong

But not quite care

Don't care what happens

He talk talk down to me

Don't know what he want want want from me

He could have it all so easily

But instead he make me make me go

Oh

He got me in the bag but he won't take it home

I like it when he says I'm too young to know

To know what this is

Know what this is

'Cause he ain't about a thing

Ain't about a thing

Come down to business

Down to business

He's not my baby I'm his

He got me in the bag but he won't take it home

I like it when he says I'm too young to know

To know what this is

Know what this is

'Cause he ain't about a thing

Ain't about a thing

Come down to business

Down to business

He's not he's not no

He got me in the bag but he won't take it home

I like it when he says I'm too young to know

To know what this is

Know what this is

'Cause he ain't about a thing

Ain't about a thing

Come down to business Down to business

He's not my baby I'm his