Lyrics: Debbie Harry. I Want You.

First I was thinking that you're okay
Then I was thinking you're far away
Thought how I might like to get to know you better
I just got to, got to get to know you
Much, much better

I want you
I want you
I want you
Baby I want you

Made up my mind and I made my plan
I'm on to you like a hardcore fan
I got trackers and lookouts, electronic scanners
Got you on my mind and it's mind over manners

I want you
I want you
I want you
Baby I want you

I got the inside news
I got the latest point of view
I'm looking to pursue
Any stories that I hear of you

Packing my bag and I'm playing my hand
He looks to me like the promised man
Got no time for poses set my explosives
I'm gunning for you I got power packed motives

I want you
I want you
I want you
Baby I want you