You're too much, and yet, I can't have enough But that's one paradox I could live with Love of my life, and yet, not really my type But that's one sweet disquiet I could live with When my mind is spinning round, you're always there to calm me down Like an autumn leaf that finally touches down When my fever's running high, I know you're always standing by With some inspiration when I'm running dry Because you're too much, and yet, I can't have enough It's a paradox *
