Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More, artist - Madonna. Album song I'm Breathless, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 17.05.1990
Record label: Sire
Song language: English
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| Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing |
| Which was fine with me |
| Because I had rhythm, music, love |
| The sun, the stars and the moon above |
| Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea |
| That was when the best things in life were free |
| Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty |
| Which is fine with me |
| 'Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm |
| But look at what I got to go with 'em |
| «Who could ask for anything more?», I hear you query |
| Who would ask for anything more? |
| Well, let me tell you, dearie |
| Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore |
| I’m so happy with what I got, I want more! |
| Count your blessings, one, two, three |
| I just hate keeping score |
| Any number is fine with me |
| As long as it’s more |
| As long as it’s more! |
| I’m no mathematician, all I know is addition |
| I find counting a bore |
| Keep the number mounting, your accountant does the counting |
| (More! More!) |
| I got rhythm, music too, just as much as before |
| Got my guy and my sky of blue |
| Now, however, I own the view |
| More is better than nothing, true |
| But nothing’s better than more, more, more |
| Nothing’s better than more |
| One is fun, why not two? |
| And if you like two, you might as well have four |
| And if you like four, why not a few |
| Why not a slew |
| (More! More!) |
| If you’ve got a little, why not a lot? |
| Add and bit and it’ll get to be an oodle |
| Every jot and tittle adds to the pot |
| Soon you’ve got the kit as well as the caboodle |
| (More! More!) |
| Never say when, never stop at plenty |
| If it’s gonna rain, let it pour |
| Happy with ten, happier with twenty |
| If you like a penny, wouldn’t you like many much more? |
| Or does that sound too greedy? |
| That’s not greed, no, indeedy |
| That’s just stocking the store |
| Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard |
| (More! More!) |
| Each possession you possess |
| Helps your spirits to soar |
| That’s what’s soothing about excess |
| Never settle for something less |
| Something’s better than nothing, yes! |
| But nothing’s better than more, more more |
| (Except all, all, all) |
| Except all, all, all |
| Except once you have it all (have it all) |
| You may find all else above (find all else above) |
| That though things are bliss, |
| There’s one thing you miss, and that’s |
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