If You Were My Man

Monica

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    (New Monica, hot shit)
    (Ooh, ooh-woo)
    (This that fire, shorty)
    (80s, holla, let's go)

    First time I saw your face, I must admit
    It broke my heart to know you had another chick
    I know you won't believe I made this up
    But I saw her look at me
    With another dude at the club
    And I always knew, one day, that she would hurt you
    But, please, don't shed a tear
    Because, baby, she don't deserve you

    And, ooh, if you were my man
    I'd treat you better than she ever can
    She's gonna break your heart (let's go)
    I can give you all the love she don't give you, baby
    And I promise that you won't miss her when I am your lady
    And I betcha (betcha), betcha (betcha), betcha (bet you)
    I can love you better (better)
    Better (better), better, oh, yeah

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    Now that she's out the way, for we can share
    Just give me your heart
    I promise I'll take good care
    I can give it to you, lemme give it to you
    I can make you look better
    I can give it to you, let me give it to you
    I can do you much better, baby-boo, ooh

    And, ooh, if you were my man
    I'd treat you better than she ever can
    She's gonna break your heart (let's go)
    I can give you all the love she don't give you, baby
    And I promise that you won't miss her when I am your lady
    And I betcha (betcha), betcha (betcha), betcha (bet you)
    I can love you better (better)
    Better (better), better, oh, yeah

    See, baby, she can't love you like I do
    She just a chick tryna be like me
    You wanna go and hang around all them crazy fools
    'Cause in your face she shake her booty
    See, baby, that's why I'm a classy girl
    Guaranteed, boy, to rock your world
    So, let go, let go, I'm just lettin' you know
    I'm not a ho, quality black girl

    And, ooh, if you were my man
    I'd treat you better than she ever can
    She's gonna break your heart (let's go)
    I can give you all the love she don't give you, baby
    And I promise that you won't miss her when I am your lady
    And I betcha (betcha), betcha (betcha), betcha (bet you)
    I can love you better (better)
    Better (better), better, oh, yeah

    (You like this, right here, Pookie?)
    (80s)
    (New Monica, baby)
    (Yeah)

    Song details

    Composition: Missy Elliott and Monica Arnold

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