I'm out the door, It's automatic, simple babe
(why you wanna do that to me)
I'm like a fire, bottle bustin in your face
(why you wanna do that to me)
So tired of you bein up in my space
(what you gonna do with that)
How much more can i take
I'm tired of privates drivin, need a general that ain't weak...

When I shut the door leaving with my bag,
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew the type of fun I'm getting into,
Peek a boo, he good... doing things you wish could
He's not talking, he's just walking like them city boys from New York

This time I need a soldier, a really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over
This time I need a soldier, I'm sick of toy soldiers
(I need....I'm so sick of...toy soldiers...)
A boy that knows how to take care of me,
Won't be just coming over...