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Texty: G.B.H.. Too Much.

Well I've got a real hot feelin',
in this real cold world.
I'm in love, with a humongous girl.
She sleeps all day in a ruined church,
night time comes, she's got me in her lurch.

Still air explosions with her silent touch,
oh, oh, I want her too much.
Too much (ah I want her too much),
too much - humongous.


She's got an evil eye and a wicked streak.
And when she kisses me, you bet my knees turn weak.
She'll eat you up and spit out your bones,
don't look far 'cos I'll be gone.