 I can give you what you want, but you got to come home and read. I forgot some good old lovin' and I got some more in store. But when I get through throwin' it on you, you got to come back for more. Boys and things that come by the dozen, that ain't nothing but drugs, no love. Hey little thing, let me light your candle, cause I'm on my arms, show off the hand and I just around.