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 red
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
I'm looking at you through telescope
I get high on love or 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's 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