I can give you what you want I forgot some good old lovin' And I got some in store You got to come back for more 'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Pretty little thing, let me light your candle' I'm the man on the scene

He won't leave me alone I used ta do a little but a little wouldn't do So the little got more and more I just keep tryin' ta get a little better Said a little better than before We been dancin' with Mr. Brownstone He's been knockin'

Wake me up before you go, ooh I need a little more Just a little more, a little more of your love 'Cause your love, your love, your love Wake me up with some more of your love Oh I need a jump start, when you call me I'm runnin' to ya Gimme a headstart,

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

I'm here to sell my little white lies (little white lies) I'm here to sell, I'm not here to buy (here to buy) Just do it! Do it! Do it! Starving for attention, you will say anything! You'll come back for more someday One more line Just for the weak What

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

You got to come back for more Hey little thing, let me light your candle' Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Once it come along a dime by the dozen Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around Pretty little thing, let me light

And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

Isn't it madness he can't be mine But in the end, he needs a little more than before Security, he needs his fantasy and freedom I know him so well Nothing is so good it lasts eternally Perfect situations must go wrong But this has never yet prevented me