| Too Much Of A Good Thing |
|---|
| No self control |
| No moderation |
| You see we’re living |
| In a world of instant |
| Gratification |
| And when that door |
| Is open wide |
| You can’t help |
| But step inside |
| Then you say |
| You can’t resist |
| Just a little piece |
| Of this and that |
| And everything |
| Well it make a poor heart sing |
| Make you want |
| To beg for more |
| Make you plead |
| And ask and I implore you |
| Give me everything |
| Give me all that you’ve got |
| I’m telling you |
| Too much of a good thing |
| Is never enough |
| Give me everything |
| Give me all that you’ve got |
| I’m telling you |
| Too much of a good thing |
| Is never enough |
| I can’t control |
| My inclination |
| You see I’m given |
| To the sin of instant |
| Gratification |
| When your heart |
| Is open wide |
| I can’t help |
| But step inside |
| Then I say |
| I can’t resist |
| Just a little piece |
| Of bliss |
| And a many splendored thing |
| Well it make a poor heart sing |
| Make me want to |
| Beg for more |
| Make me plead |
| And ask and I implore you |
| Repeat chorus |
| I’ve got a thirst in me |
| That never ends |
| So fill up my cup |
| 'til it spills over and over and over my head |
| Repeat chorus |
