Bag It Up

Treat him like a lady

Uh-huh, uh-huh

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

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

Bag it up

Don't drop the baby

Boot him out

No buts or maybe

Wind him up

And make him crazy

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa

Take him back

Don't drop the baby

Spit him out

No buts or maybe

Do your thing

Come on, lady

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa, lady

I don't take sugar on my color TV

Yet, he likes it loaded with eye candy

I need some space, and he needs a room

Then he keeps me waiting by leaving too soon

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

Bag it up

Don't drop the baby

Boot him out

No buts or maybe

Wind him up

And make him crazy

Whoa-oh-oh-whoa

Take him back

Don't drop the baby

Spit him out

No buts or maybe

Do your thing

Come on, lady

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa, lady

Treat him like a lady

Treat him like a lady

Tease him, please me, chase me,  yeah

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

Bag it up

Don't drop the baby

Boot him out

No buts or maybe

Wind him up

And make him crazy

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa

Take him back

Don't drop the baby

Spit him out

No buts or maybe

Do your thing

Come on, lady

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa

Treat him like a lady

Treat him like a lady

Treat him like a lady

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa

Treat him like a lady

Treat him like a lady

Treat him like a lady

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa

You know what to do now

You're in control

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa

Who's wearing the trousers now?

Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa

Treat him like a lady and spit him out

Make him crazy

Take him back then spit him out