Too many women stuck in my head. Too many women wake in my bed.
Too many women fit like a glove. Too many women want to be loved.
Too many women hanging around. Too many women dragging me down.
Too many women take what they can. Too many women don’t give a damn.
You may meet a girl who you think means the world; the lost puzzle piece that makes it complete.
But you’ll come to find if you open your eyes their company’s something you don’t really need.
It never comes easy; it never comes cheap. You speak from the heart while she lies through her teeth.
Yes, there s too many women, only one me.
Too many women robbing me blind. Too many women waiting in line.
Too many women ringing my phone. Too many women can’t be alone.
If you stop and stare at a lady so fair say, “Come with me, please”. She just might agree.
But she’ll take her toll and the next thing you know you'll watch all your dreams come apart at the seams.
You’ll have her forever but never be free. She smiles and she cries and the cycle repeats.
Yes, there’s too many women, only one me.
Too many women holding my hand. Too many women making demands.
Too many women looking so fine. Too many women, not enough time.
And some day will come when it’s all said and done. She’ll pass on the street; your heart skips a beat.
As she sings her song but I bet before long you’re trapped like a rat in the web that she’s weaved.
You trust and believe but you end up deceived. 'Cause beauty will come with a trick up its sleeve.
Yes, there’s too many women….too many women…too many women, only one me.