Too Much

[1. sloka]
How many times will they do it there taking what's mine and they tell me that I blew it. What
can you do; who me, yes you. When bitches get scandeless and full of voodoo. Catching my breath is the
term I use when the world gives up on me. Can you love or not? The truth finds all of us eventually.

[2. sloka]
I don't mind taking lives I find. They all shine in my pocket at night. You wonder why your
always alone. you never fit in you never could find a home, and I don't need to second guess why, your
eaten by the anger and it makes it so hard to....

[refrén:]
Love to love to love ya..ooh ooh

[refrén]

[bridge:]
...and please don't let me go, and please don't tell me no (who me yes you)