He said you'll fool some other people, some other time
But you can't fool me
I've been pretending too long
That nothing is wrong
But it's plain to see
This is a sinking ship
We're trying to float
And you're not just distant
You're remote
So if you want to play me
You can
He was tired of being
Too much the senses
He was tired of being

Too much
Too much
Too much
He'd read in girls' magazines
That the man of their dreams
Was a gentle soul
They want to be handled as care
By men who will share
Forsake control
But when the bubbles stop
They start to float away
She was out with the whip
Ready to flay
And while her feces was hitting the fan
He was too busy being
Too much the senses
He'd make too much
When it's too much
Too much
Too much the senses
He'd make too much
Too much
Too much
Too much

Too much
Too much
He asked her
Do you want macho and sensitive too
Should I swing between the roles like actors do
Not being sexist I just want to be sure
What is it you girls are looking for?
She wasn't there for me
She was a modern woman
Who wasn't quite sure what would
Fan her a fire
Although she had the power
And the will to devour
Any one of her desires
She'd hit as hard as she would come on strong
Her love was a fight
But he'd missed the gong
And got kicked in the nuts
By his exhnardiant rant
He was just being
Too much the sense he'd make
Too much
When it's too much
Too much
Too much the sense he'd make
Too much
When it's too much
Ooh
Too much
Too much the sense he'd make
Too much
When it's too much
Too much



Too much, too much, too much the sensitive man
Too much, too much, too much
When it's too much, too much the sensitive man
Too much, too much, too much the sensitive man
Too much, too much, too much the sensitive man
Too much, yeah, yeah, yeah
you