You flipped the sign in your windownBut, baby, are you really closed?nI got nowhere else to run tonI sure as hell ain’t running homenWe could crash back at your apartmentnI’ll sleep on the floornGive me just a little bit morenCan’t you give me just a little bit more?nnI never knew what I was missingnFrankly, I was better offnYou let me drink from your cupnAnd now I don’t know how to stopnI’ve been pounding and pleading at your windownSadly ignorednI want it just a little bit morenI want it just a little bit morenYou love me then you lock your doorsnnI thought we were painting a bigger picturenNow I know the scorenI want it just a little bit morenI want it just a little bit morenYou finally had me thinking I was specialnBut you’re a liar and a whorenIt makes me want you just a little bit morenI want you just a little bit morenBaby, don’t you make me go homennDon’t you make me go home