Paroles: The Maine. Give It To Me.

The way you're moving across the floor,
Don't have to say it,
You want some more.
Give me some more, more, more,
Give me some more, more, more,
I want some more.

Give me what I want,
Give me all you've got,
Give it to me.
(Whoah, whoah),
Give me what I want,
Give me all you've got,
Give it to me.
(Whoah, whoah),
Just give it to me.

Tired of playing,
I'm getting bored,
No need to say it,
I want some more,
Give me some more, more, more,
Cause I'm getting bored, bored, bored.
Give me some more.

Give me what I want,
Give me all you've got,
Give it to me.
(Whoah, whoah),
Give me what I want,
Give me all you've got,
Give it to me.
(Whoah, whoah),
Just give it to me.

You've got your daddy's flirt (?),
And your mother's eyes,
Soon enough girl, you're gonna realize,
When the pretty boys try to get next to you,
They really just wanna have sex with you.
With the way you move,
And the clothes you wear,
The alcohol,
And the way that you don't care,
All I wanna do is get next to you, next to you, next you.

That sinful stare,
Your poison kiss,
Like Satan's daughter's holy lips.

Give me what I want,
Give me all you've got,
Give it to me.
(Whoah, whoah),
Give me what I want,
Give me all you've got,
Give it to me.
(Whoah, whoah),
Just give it to me.
(Whoah, whoah)
Oh just give it to me,
(Whoah, whoah)
Yeah, darling, give it to me,
(Whoah, whoah)
Oh, baby, give it to me
(Whoah, whoah)
Go on and give it to me.

(Thanks to Deborah for these lyrics)