Space is what you say you need, but I think indeed you're wrong, so wrongCause when you get back from your galaxy, then your girl will be long gone, long goneBut is it so bad, this is so sad, well you should be glad, that I'm still around youI have a feeling that you have gone too far, I'm not the only star in your conversationPlenty temptation, I bet you got a host of stars, you better stick to one, or you end up with noneBut what a pity, now it is such a shameBut is it so bad, this is so sadSadSadSadSadSadSadSadI should be glad, that I'm still around youCause one is one enough, two is one too much, and three is a crowd, too crowded for meOne is one enough, two is one too much, and three is a crowd, too crowded for meOne is one enough, and two is one too muchAnd free as a crowd, to crowd it for meCause space is what you say you needBut I think indeed that you're wrongCause when you get back from your galaxyThen your girl will be long goneBut is it so bad, this is so sadWell you should be gladThat I'm still around youYou should be gladOne, two, threeIs a crowd, to crowd it for meOne is one and upTwo is one too muchAnd three is a crowd, to crowd it for meOne is one and upAnd two is one too muchAnd three is a crowd, to crowd it for meOne, two, threeBecause too many girls are too many starsAnd too many hearts and too many fliesI tell you, too many girls are too many starsAnd too many hearts and too many fliesI tell you, too many girls are too many starsAnd too many hearts and too many fliesI tell you, too many girls are too many starsAnd too many hearts and too many flies