Red dust on the side of your face
Never satisfied with just one taste
I need more
I need more
Give me more
Starstruck from just one glance
Edging closer scared to advance
Your hand my hand lets touch
I'm afraid that I've said too much
(x2)
I need more
I need more
Give me more
Too shy to say what I want
Too shy, wish that I could be blunt
I'm nervous when you look my way
So nervous, wish that I could say
(x2)
I need more
I need more
Give me more
I'm growing smaller
Always the fuller
Can't get you out my head
The dust is turning red
I'm growing smaller
Always the fuller
Can't get you out my head
The dust is turning red
Give me more