Your child
par Mary J. Blige
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It´s too bad, it´s too bad
It´s too bad, it´s too bad, baby
But I gotta face reality
It´s too bad, it´s too bad
Too bad baby, yeah
But I gotta face reality
Today you had a visitor
Or should I say an old friend
But wait a minute
That´s not where it ends, no
Is there something
That you wanna tell me, hmm
Cause I´m believing what your friends say
About your hidden secrecies
[1] Your girlfriend
She wasn´t disrespectful
In fact, she´s a hundred percent sure
And how could I argue with her
Holding a baby with eyes like yours
[2] She said it´s your child
And it really messed me up
How could you deny
Your own flesh and blood
Gotta face reality
There can never be any more us
Won´t deny it´s hurting me
Yet so precious
She said she never wanted to hurt me
And could I understand, she´s afraid and lost
She said a real woman wouldn´t do this over the phone
And that you told her about me after the baby was born, oh
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Hmm, oh the baby looks just like you
How could you deny your own flesh and blood
Your own child
What kind of man are you?
Oh, oh and
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It´s too bad, it´s too bad, baby
But I gotta face reality
It´s too bad, it´s too bad
Too bad baby, yeah
But I gotta face reality
Today you had a visitor
Or should I say an old friend
But wait a minute
That´s not where it ends, no
Is there something
That you wanna tell me, hmm
Cause I´m believing what your friends say
About your hidden secrecies
[1] Your girlfriend
She wasn´t disrespectful
In fact, she´s a hundred percent sure
And how could I argue with her
Holding a baby with eyes like yours
[2] She said it´s your child
And it really messed me up
How could you deny
Your own flesh and blood
Gotta face reality
There can never be any more us
Won´t deny it´s hurting me
Yet so precious
She said she never wanted to hurt me
And could I understand, she´s afraid and lost
She said a real woman wouldn´t do this over the phone
And that you told her about me after the baby was born, oh
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Hmm, oh the baby looks just like you
How could you deny your own flesh and blood
Your own child
What kind of man are you?
Oh, oh and
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