Paris - Lyrics - Dandy Boy

Nonsense is hanging like fruit in the tree and i wonder which one to pick you, pick me and you just can't be happy, you know too much for that how did the apple taste, Adam? And I know what I am up to, and I know if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here, rambling on my guitar in my room Your eyes are bigger than mine not in their shape but in the size size of my sadness when I look in them I never painted you with the colours you deserved And I know what I am up to, and I know if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here, rambling on my guitar in my room And it's not good to want a thing too much it's never good to want a thing too much a thing too much a thing too much someone too much.