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 of town

If I bring you down

And you're tired of those vows

And you're really walking out

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

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 thoughts

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 reason 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

Was he not good to you

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Was he not good to you

Wait a minute, wait a minute

You don't know what's good for you

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

You've been 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 thoughts

If he's better than my love

Then go on, take it all