Too Much of a Good Thing

There's a chill in the air comin' off the river tonight, Sure am glad I chose my sweater, Walk alone, I walk alone tonight, Yeah, I've felt better. But I know, in my heart, One car in an alley is better than a vacant lot, And you'll see, on my face, Lines on a young man can find their place. Baby, I have left so much behind, Until I passed the same place twice Now I see just what ya done to me, Too much of a good thing. Can you hold the line, another call's comin' in, Might be the one I just got over, Back and forth and up again, For just a wrong number. But to scream a good cry, Could leave me naked in some stranger's eyes, So I'll whisper, a little cry, Hope this memory'll soon pass by. Ooh. Baby, I got feelin's old and strong, I did not think they'll last this long, Tell me why your light keeps turnin' on, I say too much of a good thing. Too much of a good thing. A lonely voice finds little demand, it turns too shy and afraid to make a stand. For one last time can't you listen to me, Baby don't let me go silently You're too much, you're too much. You're too much of a good thing, You're too much of a good thing, too much Much too, much too, much too, much too, much too, much too, much too much, You're too much of a good thing.