Do you see a backpack in the crack of my back
Well, that is my baby's backpack
And I'm carrying it 'cause it's my job
It's quite heavy
Inside are the usual school supplies you buy
A laptop and some girly private stuff she hides
Don't really care if you call me names
I'm a wimp or a puppet
And my girlfriend is my master
When you love someone
You do these things for her
When you love someone
You go out of your way
For my baby, for my baby, for my baby
For my baby, for my baby, for my baby
Cos I love her, cos I love her, cos I love her
Cos I love her, cos I love her, cos I love her
I will carry her backpack
Any time, any day
Do you see a backpack in the crack of my back
Well, that is my baby's backpack
And I'm carrying it 'cause it's my job
It's quite heavy
Inside are the usual school supplies you buy
A laptop and some girly private stuff she hides
Don't really care if you call me names
I'm a wimp or a puppet
And my girlfriend is my master
When you love someone
You do these things for her
When you love someone
You go out of your way
For my baby, for my baby, for my baby
For my baby, for my baby, for my baby
Cos I love her, cos I love her, cos I love her
Cos I love her, cos I love her, cos I love her
I will carry her backpack