Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nelly Furtado
Songwriter
Gerald Eaton
Songwriter
Brian West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nelly Furtado
Producer
Track & Field
Producer
Brad Haehnel
Mixing Engineer
Jon Krupp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian West
Recording Engineer
Scott Hull
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Come here
Now come 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-I-I-I-I)
I don't wanna be your little pearl
I just wanna be what's best for me (I-I-I-I-I)
To be winding down with my own star under my own sun
Badapapa ching-ching
Badapapa ching-ching
Badapa dadadado dididay
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-I-I-I-I)
I don't wanna be your little pearl (I don't want to be)
I just wanna be what's best for me (I-I-I-I-I)
To be winding down with my own star under my own sun (Why? Why? Why?)
Badapapa ching-ching
Badapapa ching-ching
Badapa dadadado dididay
Why can't he see, why can't he see what's inside of me? Yeah
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
Oh, 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 am what's right)
I don't wanna be your little pearl (don't even lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)
I just wanna be what's best for me (best for me, myself, myself) (I-I-I-I-I)
To be winding down with my own star under my own sun (I-I-I-I-I)
(Badapapa ching-ching)
(Badapapa ching-ching)
(Badapa dadadado dididay)
To be winding down with my own star under my own sun (badapapa ching-ching, badapapa ching-ching)
(Badapa dadadado dididay)
(Badapapa ching-ching)
(Badapapa ching-ching)
(Badapa dadadado dididay)
Written by: Brian West, Gerald Eaton, Nelly Furtado

