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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Traci Lords
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alannah Currie
Composer
Thomas Alexander Bailey
Composer
Joseph Martin Leeway
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Babble
Producer
Lyrics
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 wet
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, obliged to be wild
I'm looking at you through telescope
I get high on love, I 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 is 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
(Oh yeah)
I, I, I-I-I, I want you
I, I, I-I-I, you know I do
Writer(s): Babble
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