Lyrics

You got your motor running Not having a whole lot of fun and I'm all dressed up you know There ain't no place to go and the phone rings Ain't got no time for that! Too busy rearranging, this scene is gotta be changing Too much, too much, I know The TV's always on, I keep the curtains drawn The mail's piled up on the desk The whole damn place is a wreck, now clean up Ain't got no time for that! I think I'd rather wait, just sit and vegetate Too much, too much There's an angel on my doorstep And I do believe she's mine She's ready, and she's waiting She's out there all the time The TV's always on, I keep the curtains drawn The mail's piled up on the desk The whole damn place is a wreck, now clean up Ain't got no time for that! I think I'd rather wait, just sit and vegetate Too much, too much There's an angel on my doorstep I do believe she's mine She's ready, and she's waiting She's out there all the time You got your motor running Not having a whole lot of fun and I'm all dressed up you know There ain't no place to go and the phone rings Ain't got no time for that! Too busy rearranging, this scene is got to be changing Too much, too much Too much, too much Too much Ain't got no time for that!
Writer(s): Andrew Lee Isaac Vowles, Robert Del Naja, Horace Keith Hinds, Grantley Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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