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Baby Girl
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly Furtado
Nelly Furtado
Vocals
Jonny “The American”
Electric Guitar
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Bass Guitar
Rick Waychesko
Rick Waychesko
Flugelhorn
Track & Field
Track & Field
Programming
Victor Rebelo
Victor Rebelo
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nelly Furtado
Nelly Furtado
Songwriter
Gerald Eaton
Gerald Eaton
Songwriter
Brian West
Brian West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nelly Furtado
Nelly Furtado
Producer
Track & Field
Track & Field
Producer
Brad Haehnel
Brad Haehnel
Mixing Engineer
Brian West
Brian West
Recording Engineer
Jon Krupp
Jon Krupp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Hull
Scott Hull
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Come here Baby girl I've seen a man cry I've seen a man die inside I've seen him say to me That he is only mine That he gotta do What is best for him Never let me in Not even begin To tell me I'm the one Under his moon and sun That I am the thing That revolves around him But while on top of him I know what's best for him I'll show him how to win And let me in 'cause I don't wanna be your baby girl I don't wanna be your little pearl I just wanna be what's best for me To be one-da-dum with my own star under my own sun We're all sorry now I didn't mean to wow Make you cry like that It's just a little spat Still I want you to know Though I love you so It's mostly me dreaming, forcing, believing That you're an ideal Hell, I never steal But I stole you from From another one So take yourself and wrap around my little finger 'Cause that's how it should swing I don't wanna be your baby girl I don't wanna be your little pearl I just wanna be what's best for me To be one-da-dum with my own star under my own sun Why can't he see? Why can't he see what's inside of me? Don't you, don't you call me coochie-coo a little girl, now Don't you gaga goo no coochie-coo girl now I'm so much more Can't you see? Can't you see? Look who's writing now A token of their love Can't you see, love? That it's just because I wanted a cheap way To get inside your head And not a cheap way To get inside your bed Though you're running now With that silly one It's all over now This woman's just begun Maybe we'll see about The will and the way Butterflies return some day I don't wanna be your baby girl I don't wanna be your little pearl I just wanna be what's best for me To be one-da-dum with my own star under my own sun
Writer(s): Brian West, Gerald Eaton, Nelly Furtado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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