Power Puff

Sure don't want to hang around here all night.....

I want you
I want you so bad
I want you like a dope fiend wants his junk
I need you
I need you so bad
I need you like a hangman needs his rope
It's two o'clock
And you're my only hope
Ooo-wa you look so bad
You look... you look...
You look so bad
Your boots... black boots
Drive me mad
You look like someone
I should already have
You think you're tough?
Hah, Baby
You're a power puff
Let's go.....
Ah, lets go
We can walk
My house is right there
Through Central Park
On the way I'm sure we can talk
You think you're tough?

Blake Xolton

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