Give It To Me

The Maine

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)

Written by: Gregg Wattenburg / The Maine
Sent by Vanessa. Subtitled by Ana. Revised by 2 people.
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