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.