Bag It Up

Lyrics
[Intro] (Treat him like a lady) Uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 1] I like chocolate and controversy He likes fridays and bad company I like midnight, it's when I'm in the mood But he likes the morning, that's when he's rude [Pre-Chorus] Just a bad case of opposite sex Have to look to the stars All we need is a little respect 'Cause men are from Venus And girls are from Mars [Chorus] Bag it up, don't drop the baby Boot him out, no "buts" or "maybe" Wind him up and make him crazy Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Take him back, don't drop the baby Spit him out, no "buts" or "maybe" Do your thing, come on lady Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, lady [Verse 2] I don't take sugar on my colour tv Yet he likes it loaded with eye candy I need some space, and he needs a room But then he keeps me waiting By leaving too soon [Pre-Chorus] Just a bad case of opposite sex Have to look to the stars All we need is a little respect 'Cause men are from Venus And girls are from Mars [Chorus] Bag it up, don't drop the baby Boot him out, no "buts" or "maybe" Wind him up and make him crazy Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Take him back, don't drop the baby Spit him out, no "buts" or "maybe" Do your thing, come on lady Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, lady [Bridge] Treat him like a lady Treat him like a lady Tease him, please me, chase me, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Just a bad case of opposite sex Have to look to the stars All we need is a little respect 'Cause men are from Venus And girls are from Mars [Chorus] Bag it up, don't drop the baby Boot him out, no "buts" or "maybe" Wind him up and make him crazy Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Take him back, don't drop the baby Spit him out, no "buts" or "maybe" Do your thing, come on lady Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa [Outro] Treat him like a lady (bag it up) Treat him like a lady (boot him out) Treat him like a lady (wind him up) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Treat him like a lady (take him back) Treat him like a lady (spit him out) Treat him like a lady (do your thing) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You know what to do now You're in control Who's wearing the trousers now? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Treat him like a lady and spit him out Make him crazy
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Credits
- Writers
- Andrew Watkins
- Geri Halliwell
- Paul Wilson