Bring It On

My queen of the Bronx

Blue eyes and spitfire

I saw you walking back and forth about another boy

Thinking that you may wanna leave



So give me the fevers that just won't break

And give me the children you don't wanna raise

And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs

If it's better than my love, then bring it on



And take it back out to the streets where you know you used to be

For the Romeos uptown

If I bring you down

And you're tired of those vows

And you're really walking out



Then give me the fevers that just won't break

And give me the children you don't wanna raise

And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs

If it's better than my love, baby bring it on

Oh, bring it on



Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home

I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms

Is he better than my love?

Is he better than my love?



So I found the letters with the reasons to things

You've been feeling that he says they'll never know

And you say the night just got too cold



Well everybody's cold

Who's gonna keep my baby warm?

When everybody goes



So give me the fevers that just won't break

And give me the children you don't wanna raise

And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs

If it's better than my love



Well then wait a minute, wait a minute

Wasn't I good to you?

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wasn't I good to you?

Wait a minute, wait a minute

You don't know what's good for you



Give me the fevers that just won't break

And give me the children you don't wanna raise

And tell me about the cool he sings you in those songs

You've been my baby for so long

Come on, bring it on

Oh, bring it on



Stop clicking your red heels and wishing for home

I'm hearing that he tells you he can read your palms

If he's better than my love

If he's better than my love

If he's better than my love

Then go on, take it all