Am I Too Much
One thing I might say, no one's gotta know about running away
Trying to make something out of nothing
Leaning hard on yet another drug
All of these temptations keep me wanting to feel your touch
It's not supposed to make you feel so
Helpless, selfless, crying for some tenderness
I miss your kiss, impossible to resist
Find some budget to support my habit
Suffering an under-dose of love
All of these temptations keep wanting the sky above
Oh my desperate disposition keeps
Live With Me
(Oh NYC you've talked a lot, let's have a look at ya)
I got the lumps in my throat
When I saw her coming down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
There she is again
Standing over by the record machine
Oooh, she's looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
Why she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Meanwhile I was thinking
She's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance
I'm gonna take it
She can dance
We can make it
Come on queenie
Let's shake it!
Go go go Little Queenie
Go go go Little Queenie
Go go go Little Queenie
Won't ya tell me who the queen is
Standing over by the record machine
Why she's looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Take off your shoes
Meanwhile, I was still thinkin'
If it's a slow song we'll omit it
If it's a rocker, that'll get it
If it's good, she'll admit it
Come on queenie, lets get with it
Go go go Little Queenie
Go go go Little Queenie
Go go go Little Queenie