What You Do To MeWhoa, what you do to meOh, what you do to meOoh, have another hitSweet every morningOoh, have another hitI wanna know where you're goingI wanna know, sweet mamaWhere you're gonna goYeah, ooh, have another hitA fresh airOoh, have another hitOh, baby, what you gonna doI don't know, honeyWhat you gonna do to meOoh, have another hitSweetie, ohOoh, have another hitOoh, have another hitOoh, have another hit. . .. . .I love you, honeyYes, I do, babeAnd I love you, GodKnows I do, sweet babyOoh, have another hitA sweet comfort when the sun shinesOoh, have another hit. . .. . .. . .Take me home, take me homeTake me home with youTake me homeI wanna hold you, little girlOoh, have another hitA fresh airOoh, have another hitYouth is a time for fun, of pranks and jokesOf ice cream cones and chocolate sodasYouth is a time for getting a jobFor finding one's place in the worldBut sometimes in these troubled daysThe very thoughtlessness of youth has led to a living nightmareAddiction to drugsMarty's story is like many of the othersIt started with marijuana cigarettesBefore long, Marty was hookedNothing mattered but the ever-present craving for the drugsHe had given up interest in everything else