I don't need no credit cards to buy your love
I don't need no Cadillac to match your leather gloves
Cause I'm goin' crazy, well I'll take your hand
I need your attention, not a blank psycho stare
Gimme some lovin' Charlene
Gimme some lovin' Charlene, Charlene
Well I know your mama, she don't like me
But I'm not the type of boy she wants to see
But I wanna take you home and go for a ride
Cause I got the poison--let me inside
Gimme some lovin' Charlene
Gimme some lovin' Charlene, Charlene
I like your made-up eyes, they glow like fire
And I like your moves cause you never tire
And You're familiar with the backseat
Take your sweet time
You build me up so hot loves a crime
Gimme some lovin' Charlene
Gimme some lovin' Charlene, Charlene
