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, hoo
Whoa, welcome, welcome, welcome, to a day of my life
The memoirs of an imperfect angel, oh, I

Though the lights were low, I could see you both
In a lover′s 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 (bastard)
Rolled down all the windows just so I could breath
Can′t believe you just actually did this s- to me
I'm going 'bout a hundred, mascara running
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, ah


(Betcha 'gon know, know how it feels) when I get you back
(Betcha ′gon know, know how it feels) and your hearts been cracked
(Betcha 'gon know, know how it feels) when we fade to black
(How it feels for real) eh, and you see your whole world collapse

And I′m gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh
And I′m gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh
And I'm gon′ la-la-la-la-la-laugh
Right in your face, boy
Betcha ′gon know, know how it feels

So, I pulled to the side of the road to fix my face
But I can't cover with make up what my tears want to erase
I wake up in a haze, morning dew and sun rays
As I drive, I hide my eyes behind my black Cavalli Shades
A block from the house slowly creep in the driveway
Tip toe through the door, but you′re there wide awake
You're like, "Where you been?"
I′m like, "Sorry, but I fell asleep on Jasmine's sofa
I could have swore that Rae Rae called you and told ya"
You′re like, "You okay?"
I'm like, "Mm, I'm alright, a little sleep and I′ll be fine"
But if you only knew what was in the back of my mind
Already stung, but you really gon′ find out in time, oh, I


(Betcha 'gon know, know how it feels) when I get you back
(Betcha ′gon know, know how it feels) and your hearts been cracked
(Betcha 'gon know, know how it feels) when we fade to black
(How it feels for real) eh, and you see your whole world collapse

This is for real, for real, for real
Oprah Winfrey, whole segment, for real, for real
Twenty-twenty, Barbara Walters, for real, for real
Sixty minutes for real

Baby, I had all my trust in and look at what you put me through
You got me all crazy
Somewhere down the line you ′gon get what you deserve
You f- jerk
You were supposed to save me, my sweet baby
But now we're fading away
But you′re gonna know how this feels
Even if it's the last thing I ever do
To be continued