Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you I'm too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet

It must be imagination When the feeling isn't right? They say, you see it in a lover's eye But I'm wide awake tonight 'N I'm looking for a reason why It doesn't show Still somehow, I know Tell me that it just ain't so Say, I made the whole thing up

I miss you, I miss your smile And I still shed a tear every once in a while And even though it's different now You're still here somehow My heart won't let you go And I need you to know I miss you, sha la la la la Sha la la la la, sha la la la la

And now I see She knows exactly what she's worth to me 'Cause to me it doesn't matter In a girl who wears a dirty shirt You've got a feeling lost inside It just won't let you go Your life is sneaking up behind Is what I'm trying to say Is would you maybe

You're more than a friend You're more than a friend, eh eh We always keep things open We always keep things open end But now I find I'm hoping And while the world keeps turning And while the world turns around again Guess now I find I'm hoping But you're

I've got my hands on a miracle Hands on a miracle Believe it or not, hands on a miracle And there ain't no way Let you take it away Crazy but I believe this time Begging for sweet relief A blessing in disguise Dying behind these tired eyes

(And I'm never coming back) I'm running across the tracks, Oh, I'm running across the tracks, Pulling the blindfolds back All we did in life We're gonna escape this trap Gotta get a life (I fall behind, I fall behind) And every leg that I have to break

I love Paris I love the way the people move yeah I love the way the children groove Let your eyes play, let them play, let them play eh I love the way the children groove yeah You can see black and white Side by side Oh what a nice sight... I feel so

Will you let me romanticize, The beauty in our London Skies, You know the sunlight always shines, Behind the clouds of London Skies. Paint a picture, Clear cut and pale on a cold winters day, Shapes and cool light wander the streets like an army of

You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb And although my pride's, yeah, not easy to disturbed, yeah Lent you outsiders and my new Badu While you were thinking I didn't have a clue Tough to sort files with your voice in my head So then I bribed