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 want to leave So give me the fevers that just won't break And give me the children you don't want to raise And tell me about the cool, he sings to 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 want to raise And tell me about the cool, he sings to 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 (better than my love) Is he better than my love (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 (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 want to raise And tell me about the cool, he sings to 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 want to raise And tell me about the cool, he sings to 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 (better than my love) If he's better than my love (better than my love) If he's better than my love (better than my love) Then go on, take it all