Give Me More

Oh, you're a jukebox, baby, with your head in the sand

Give me two good reasons why I should understand

Got the whole spinning like a hog on a spit

I got the next moon for you, twenty dollars to spend

Give me more

Give me more

Give me more

Give me more, ow

(Give me more, give me more)

(Give me more, oh)

You're just a cloud of smoke sucking your way back to the flame

In your bare tight denim and your passive refrain

You turn memory into myth and back to memory again

You're the first word ever spoken, can't remember your name

Give me more

Give me more

Give me more

Give me more, ow

Well, you're a tombstone, baby, yeah, we're both coming down

Give me one good reason not to lend me a pound

Lend me a pound, lend me a pound

Lend me a pound

Give me more

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Give me more