Hey, Mr January, you still here?
Another resolution that I broke this year.
Made it into
february-valentines but
your flowers already died.
Baby, baby, it's not a love thing.
I'm not mad about it.
Just getting even on it.
Baby, baby, it's not a love thing.
I'm not mad about it.
You think you got me but I got you beat.
Getting nasty first will make the
last word taste so sweet.
Gonna burst your bubble,
boy, you're going down.
Pop, Pop, the sound... get you
back on the rebound.
Baby, listen to what I'm about to say.
Little miss impatience is my middle name.
And if sometimes doesn't fit when I try it on.
Tell me why should I take it home?
Baby, Baby, it's not a love thing.
I'm not mad about it.
Just getting even on it.
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Baby, Baby, it's not a love thing.
I'm not mad about it.
You think you got me but I got you beat.
Getting nasty first will make the
last word taste so sweet.
Gonna burst your bubble,
boy, you're going down.
Pop, Pop, the sound... get you
back on the rebound.
I'm armed and dangerous.
Shoot you with my little black dress
On the rebound rebound.
I'm hear to rub it in.
It's gonna end where I begin. Rebound.
On the Rebound.
You think you got me but I got you beat.
Getting nasty first will make the
last word taste so sweet.
Gonna burst your bubble,
boy, you're going down.
Pop, Pop, the sound... get you
back on the rebound.
Get you back on the rebound.
You think you got me but I got you beat.
Getting nasty first will make the
last word taste so sweet.
Gonna burst your bubble,
boy, you're going down.
Pop, Pop, the sound.
Get you back on the rebound.
(Gracias a roberto por esta letra)