Betcha Gon Know Songtext
von Mariah Carey

Whoa, welcome to a day of my life (day of my life)
The memoirs of an imperfect angel
Whoa, welcome, welcome, welcome to a day of my life
The memoirs of an imperfect angel

Though the lights were low
I could see you both in a lovers′ silhouette
And my heart stood still, I was froze right there
Staring down at her red dress

So I bolted out the door, jumped right into the car
It's too dangerous to be in the vicinity of where you are
Rolled down all the windows just so I could breathe
Can′t believe you just actually did this shit to me

I'm goin' about a hundred, mascara runnin′
Laughing out of anger, but it don′t strike me as funny
Been too good to you, I've been virtuous and true
To have something like this happen in my own bedroom


Betcha gon′ know, know how it feels
When I get you back
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
And your heart′s been cracked
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When we fade to black (how it feels for real, for real)
And you see your whole world collapse

Before we both get loud, I′ma break it down
And let you know what happened for real
I was over her house, me and her on the couch
And the whole plan was just to chill
Indeed, it got hot after taking some shots
The time must have slipped away
Because all I know, I woke hung over
And girl, it was the very next day

With the sun in my face I woke up in a rage scream
"What have you done to me?"
And I'm telling you, babe, I know it sounds crazy
She must've put something in my drink, uh
I know you don′t believe it and you think I′m dead wrong
Standing there butt naked with nothing but a sheet on
Then she comes out with nothing but a robe on
And that's when I put my damn clothes on
And got the fuck up outta there


Baby now I know how it looks
See I know how it looks
Baby now I know how it looks
But baby it ain′t like that, no
Baby now I know how it looks (hey, hey, hey)
So don't go accusing me of something that I didn′t really mean to do

This is for real, for real, for real (no)
Oprah Winfrey whole segment, for real, for real (no)
20-20, Barbara Walters, for real, for real (no)
60 Minutes for real

(Baby)
I had all my trust in you and look at what you put me through
This is not my fault, no it isn't (you got me all crazy)
Somewhere down the line you gon′ get what you deserve, you fuckin' jerk
(You were supposed to save me) you were supposed to save me
(My sweet baby) (but I love you) my sweet baby (I don't love her)
But now we′re fading away (don′t fade, don't fade, no)

But you′re gonna know how this feels
Even if it's the last thing I ever do
To be continued