text:  I can give you what you want, but you got to come home with me. I forgot some good old lovin' and I got some blowin' snow. When I get through throwin' on you, you got to come runnin' back for more. Both the runnin' on and down by the dozen, I ain't done with what drugs don't love. Hey, little thing, let me light your candle calls. Mama, I'm sure I'll do hand in hand just around.