Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

I like a man with manners, he make his mama proud

It can't be manufactured, gotta come natural

And baby, ooh

That ain't you, that just ain't you

You come off sweet at first, but you got a sour side

You're like a fancy label stuck on some cheap wine

Yeah, baby, you

I see through, I see right through

I don't know what you heard

But that bubble 'bout to get burst

'Cause I got standards

I got standards

I ain't tryna invest

In a man who ain't passing the test

'Cause I got standards

I got standards

Yeah, I got standards

It only matters how you treat me

Ooh (Oh, oh)

Don't need his credit rating, don't care what car he drives

The kinda guy I'm dating don't live for dollar signs

But, baby, you

That's all (All) you (You) do (Hey)

'Cause the kinda guy for me (Gives me little letters)

Every inside joke we have (He always remembers)

Not even wearin' makeup and he's all over me

Makes me forget my insecurities, oh

I don't know what you heard

But that bubble 'bout to get burst

'Cause I got standards

I got standards

I ain't tryna invest

In a man who ain't passing the test

'Cause I got standards

I got standards

It only matters how ya treat me

R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

It only matters how you treat me

R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

It only matters how you treat me

Only matters how you treat me, yeah

I don't know what you heard

But that bubble 'bout to get burst

'Cause I got standards

I got standards

They say, "Follow your gut"

And, baby, you ain't making the cut

'Cause I got standards

I, I got standards

(I got standards)

I got standards

(I got standards)

Oh, oh (Oh, oh)

You're not making the cut, boy

Only matters how you treat me (Oh, oh)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Oh, oh)