Ba-Ba-
Babylon girl
Ba-Ba-, Ba-Ba-, baby
If I love you just the way you are
Then why do you want me to change?
I’ve heard your reasons, your explanations
But I have some conditions
And I say it this way because you and I are already grown-ups
You don’t love me anymore, baby, yeah
You only love the idea of loving me
The idea of loving me, hey
Babe
The idea of-
You criticize me and judge me because I know how to say no
Is it wrong to know how to put myself first?
Don’t tell me you love me when you’re figuring it out
Mama, talk to God
I understand your advice, I understand your pain
Don’t tell me you love me if you don’t love yourself inside
Sometimes the mind also disguises itself as the heart
If I love you just the way you are
Then why do you want me to change?
I’ve heard your explanations and all your reasons
But I have some conditions
And I say it this way because you and I are already grown-ups
You don’t love me, baby, yeah
You only love the idea of loving me
Hey, you only love the idea of loving me, yeah
You only love the idea of loving me, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
You only love the idea of loving me