ONE WOMAN IS TOO MUCH

She checks my phone, she reads my texts,
She wants to know who’s coming next.
She smells perfume upon my shirt,
And asks me questions that really hurt.

I tell her, “Baby, you’re the only one,”
She looks at me like I’m holding a gun.
I say I’m working late tonight,
She knows damn well that something ain’t right.

She doesn’t know the whole damn truth,
She doesn’t know what I’ve been up to.
I keep on smiling, I play it cool,
But every lie just makes me look like a fool.

One woman is too much,
Two would be twice the fuss.
One woman is too much,
Two would make a mess of us.
All that jealousy and blame,
Drives me crazy just the same.
One woman is too much,
Two would be a losing game.

She wants attention every day,
And gets suspicious when I walk away.
She wants romance, she wants respect,
And wants to know what comes next.

She says I’m selfish, she says I’m blind,
She wants to know what’s on my mind.
I need some peace, I need some space,
But somehow I’m the one who lost the case.

She doesn’t know the whole damn truth,
She doesn’t know what I’ve been up to.
I keep on smiling, I play it cool,
But every lie just makes me look like a fool.

One woman is too much,
Two would be twice the fuss.
One woman is too much,
Two would make a mess of us.
All that jealousy and blame,
Drives me crazy just the same.
One woman is too much,
Two would be a losing game.

She wants the truth, but can I confess?
The truth would only make a bigger mess.
She wants a promise, she wants a plan,
She wants a perfect, honest man.

She remembers every word I say,
And brings it up another day.
She knows my weakness, she knows my game,
And somehow I’m the one who gets the blame.

Maybe I’m the problem, maybe she’s right,
Maybe I’ve been lying half my life.
Maybe all this trouble’s my own damn fault,
Maybe I’m the one who should change a lot.

But when she starts that jealous show,
I look for the door, but I’ve nowhere to go.
I love that woman, that’s the truth,
But Lord, she knows how to wear me smooth!

One woman is too much,
Two would be twice the fuss.
One woman is too much,
Two would make a mess of us.
All that jealousy and blame,
Drives me crazy just the same.
One woman is too much,
Two would be a losing game.

One woman is too much…
Two would finish me off.
She says, “Where you going?”
I say, “Nowhere, baby…
Just trying to get some sleep!”