I Want You - Traci Lords

It’s four in the morning and I’m praying for rain

A boom crash crazy, running through my veins

With your thin white lips and your hair so wet

I need to climb inside your pretty head

I, I, I-I-I, I want you

I, I, I-I-I, You know I do

I know that you’re a Sunday child

A boom crash baby, obliged to be wild

I’m looking at you through telescope

I get high on love, I get high on hope

But I, I, I-I-I, I want you

I, I, I-I-I, You know I do

When the party is over and your make-up's run

A boom crash baby, we can speak of love

But from now until that time I will be your sacrifice

But I, I, I-I-I, I want you

I, I, I-I-I, You know I do