Текст песни Standards - Sacha

Standards

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I like a man with manners, he make his mama proud
It can’t be manufactured, gotta come natural
And baby, ooh
That ain’t you, that just ain’t you
You come off sweet at first, but you got a sour side
You’re like a fancy label stuck on some cheap wine
Yeah, baby, you
I see through, I see right through
I don’t know what you heard
But that bubble 'bout to get burst
'Cause I got standards
I got standards
I ain’t tryna invest
In a man who ain’t passing the test
'Cause I got standards
I got standards
Yeah, I got standards
It only matters how you treat me
Ooh (Oh, oh)
Don’t need his credit rating, don’t care what car he drives
The kinda guy I’m dating don’t live for dollar signs
But, baby, you
That’s all (All) you (You) do (Hey)
'Cause the kinda guy for me (Gives me little lettrs)
Every inside joke w have (He always remembers)
Not even wearin' makeup and he’s all over me
Makes me forget my insecurities, oh
I don’t know what you heard
But that bubble 'bout to get burst
'Cause I got standards
I got standards
I ain’t tryna invest
In a man who ain’t passing the test
'Cause I got standards
I got standards
It only matters how ya treat me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
It only matters how you treat me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
It only matters how you treat me
Only matters how you treat me, yeah
I don’t know what you heard
But that bubble 'bout to get burst
'Cause I got standards
I got standards
They say, «Follow your gut»
And, baby, you ain’t making the cut
'Cause I got standards
I, I got standards
(I got standards)
I got standards
(I got standards)
Oh, oh (Oh, oh)
You’re not making the cut, boy
Only matters how you treat me (Oh, oh)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me (Oh, oh)