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

I want some more

Give me what I want

Give me all you got

Give it to me (woah, woah)

Give me what I want

Give me all you got

Give it to me (woah, woah)

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

Because I’m getting bored, bored, bored

Give me some more

You got your daddy’s wallet

And your mothers eyes

Soon enough girl you’re going to realize

That when the pretty boys try to get next to you

They really just want to 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 want to 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

Oh, just give it to me (woah, woah)

Oh darling, give it to me (woah, woah)

Oh baby, give it to me (woah, woah)

Go on and give it to me (woah, woah)