He said: Baby
what's wrong with you?
Why don't you use your imagination?
Oh no oh no.
Nations go to war over women like you.
It's just a form of appreciation.
Come on over here
lay your clothes on the chair
Now let the lace fall across your shoulder.
Oh no oh no.
Standin' in the half light
you're almost like her.
Now,take it slow like your daddy told ya.
Strut, pout, put it out. That's what you want from women.
Come on baby, what you takin' me for?
Strut, pout, cut it out. All takin' and no givin'.
Watch me baby while I walk out your door.
I said: Honey, I don't like this game.
You make me feel like a girl for hire.
Oh no oh no.
All this fascination with leather and lace
Is just the smoke from another fire.
He said: Honey, don't stop this speedin' train
Before it reaches its destination.
Oh no oh no.
Lie down here beside me you'll have some fun too.
Don't turn away from your true vocation.
Strut, pout, put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .
I won't be your baby doll
be your baby doll.
I won't be your baby doll
be your baby doll.
Strut, pout, put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .
Strut, pout, put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .
Strut, pout, put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .