Honey, You're Too Much

I got your call, baby late late at night
Come over honey, I'm all alone...
Too hot to walk, baby too hot to talk
I'll take a cab and meet you at home.

Staring at the door, baby looking mighty fine
With your hot pants and a bottle of wine.

Honey!
Honey, you're too much!
Honey honey, you're too much!

I catch your sweat, it's running down your neck
While my forty-four forty is working on your back
You're getting loud
I'm getting rough.

It's time to countdown, baby
For harder stuff.

Honey!
Honey, you're too much!
Honey honey, you're too much!

Yeah, honey!
Honey, you're too much!
Honey honey, you're too much!