You, my cure, but end up making me insecure
Tell me, am I yours? Though it sounds immature
So stop detouring and pretending to be pure
Now I'm quite sure you're not an amateur
Hello, hello, hello, ma wicked love striker
You know, you know, you know I feel I'm so hyper
You, my cure, a bit bitter, but you're
Getting sweeter and sweeter over and over and then
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby
You, my cure, but end up making me insecure
Still I'm not yours 'cause you never ever assure
Don't you think it's enough? I think it's too tough
To change your mind and make you mine
Baby, I never felt like this amateur
Hello, hello, hello, ma wicked love striker
You know, you know, you know I feel I'm so hyper
You, my cure, a bit bitter, but you're
Getting sweeter and sweeter over and over and then
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby, ooh
Suddenly you're rushing to me like sugar, sugar baby