Little boy, you got it all so why you complainin’? Well suit yourself. Nine months of dreaming is too much a nightmare. (This is too much a nightmare. Too much a nightmare. This is too much a nightmare)
Little boy, they only wanna dance with me And suit yourself. Nine months is too much is too much for me, but
I had it all, but I lost it to you that day. I should have known when the girls ran from me that day.
Little love, push me to the end of time And suit yourself, just suit yourself, a little love is all I needed, but
I had it all, but I lost it to you that day. I should have known when the girls ran from me that day.