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 got, Give It to me (Whoa, whoa) Give me what I want Give me all you got, Give It to me (Whoa, whoa) 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 got, Give It to me (Whoa, whoa) Give me what I want Give me all you got, Give It to me (Whoa, whoa)
Because You got your daddy's wallet And you're mother's eyes Soon enough you're going to realize That when the pretty boys try to get next to you They really just wanna have sex with you It's 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 to you
That sinful stare Your poison kiss Like Satan?s daughter?s holy lips
Give me what I want Give me all you got, Give It to me (Whoa, whoa) Give me what I want Give me all you got, Give It to me (Whoa, whoa)
Just give it to me (Whoa, whoa) Oh, Just give to me (Whoa, whoa) Yeah, Darling give it to me (Whoa, whoa) Oh, Baby give it to me (Whoa, whoa) C'mon, and give it to me (Whoa, whoa)