More Of You

Saying hello, holding your hand

Babe can I ask, babe can I have

More of, More of, More of, More of,

More of, More of, More of, More of you, you

Wondering what this life's all about

But I can't see myself living without

More of, More of, More of, More of,

More of, More of, More of, More of you, you

I get your number

What will you say?

I get your number

With no kind of game

I get your number

I don't want to wait

I get your number

I call you today

Out on the road hungry and tired

No way to stop, nowhere to hide

A booth in the corner, a place for the night

I stood up to leave unsatisfied

I cannot forget her, I promise I've tried

I looked through the glass between me and the night

I asked what it is, my reflection replies

More of, More of, More of, More of,

More of, More of, More of, More of you, you

I get your number

What will you say?

I get your number

With no kind of game

I get your number

I don't want to wait

I get your number

I call you today