Savanna

Stone cold
Don’t you know you are my heartache and I go
Foolin’ round and chasing old mistakes

You’ll be screamin’ out for more
When I’m halfway out the door someday
Gimme ‘til the count of four
Cuz I know you’ll wanna hear me say and I go

O-o-o oh

Cold one take a look at what you’re missing
Just take off your clothes
And touch the lips that you’ll be kissing, ya

Cuz I’m halfway out the door
And you’re screaming out for more baby
Give you till the count of four
Cuz I know I’m gonna hear you say
One, two, three, four

O-o-o oh

Another trick is hiding up my sleeve
Oh don’t you know you got a hold on me
Oh ya you got me now oh ya you got me now

O-o-o oh

Oh don’t you know you got a hold on me
Oh ya you got me, ya you got me now
Oh don’t you know you got a hold on me