Lyrics Vices - Peggy Sue

Vices

Of all your vices
Of all your vices
Who’d have thought
That I would be the worst of it
Of all your vices
Of all your vices
Who’d have guessed
I’d be the thing you had to quit
I’ll leave your coffee by the bed
And let you sleep in
Too much of anything
Too much of anything
Too much of anything
Will only leave you wanting more
Of all your vices
Of all your vices
Always hoped that I would be
The last one left
I’ll leave your coffee by the bed
And let you sleep in
And when I’m feeling up to it
You can give me up, up, up again
Too much of anything
Too much of anything
Too much of anything
Will only leave you wanting more
This love’s a drug
This love’s a drug
This love’s a drug
And I know I will
Never ever get enough, oh
Too much of anything
Too much of anything
Too much of anything
Will only leave you wanting more