Sometimes it all gets a little too much But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same So she didn't let it get in her way And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much She

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

(Hands yeah yeah yeah) You say you're better with Come on lay your hands, your hands on me In the dark silence so loud You only gotta lay your hands on me We don't have to talk 'cause talk is cheap I've been thinking about it I've been thinking all night

Ain't that a lot of love for two hearts to have and hold Somebody, somebody tell me Woman, ain't that a kindness Baby, ain't that a kindness Somebody, somebody please You gotta dig it baby Yes, yes, yes know the deserts couldn't hold all the love that I

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on

I gotta have it To have this music in me I just keep playing my song Hoping that I get along You don't know how much it means In the morning I gotta have this blues I gotta have You don't know how much this means

I've gotta get it right the first time I can't afford to let it pass Gonna have to make the first time last That's the main thing La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (Repeat) I don't believe in first impressions For just this once I hope that looks don't

It's sad, so sad It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What have I gotta do What have I gotta do to make you love me? What have I gotta do to