She's got a ticket to ride But she don't care She ought to do right by me My baby don't care, my baby don't care I think I'm gonna be sad The girl that's driving me mad She said that living with me For she would never be free When I was around

More than you could ever know Make my wish come true I don't care about presents Underneath the Christmas tree All I want for Christmas is you baby don't want a lot for Christmas There's just one thing I need I just want you for my own

A loser like me So everyone can hear Hit me with the words you got and knock me down Baby, I don't care Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out You wanna be, you wanna be All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way It ain't so hard to take, that's

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you" I don't care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a

Nothin' like them other motherfuckers I can make you rich (I can make you rich) Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? Fuck my life, can't say that girl Don't tell me you can save that shit All she want is payback for the way I always play

Drip too hard, don’t stand too close You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave Doing all these shows, I’ve been on the road I don't care where I go, long as I get paid Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed Every

(Whoa-a oh oh oh) Where we're gonna go I don't care what nobody says We're gonna have a baby She's buckled up on navy She don't care what her momma says No she gonna have my baby People call us renegades We like takin' on the town

My baby just cares for me Liz Taylor is not his style Is something he can't see My baby just cares for My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places And even Lana

Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you" I don't care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a