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Too Much of Her to Love I wanna tell you a little about my girl. She picked me up in a short brown dress, And changed my world. Right away I had an ironic problem, Coming at me from all around See, when I'd try to choose a part of her to love I couldn't narrow it down There's too much of her to love. Too much to love. If it weren't for her body, I'd appreciate her mind. And if it weren't for her funny sense of humor, Then I'd love those deep green eyes. And if it weren't for those tan legs Going all the way down to the damned old floor, Then I'd notice her witty conversation and I'd Wanna talk to her some more and more… See there's too much of her to love. Too much of her to love. I guess all of us got our own set of crosses to bear. Mine's trying to learn to love this woman's soul, as well as her curly blond hair. Now I'm not one to complain, About the strengths of my baby, But even her motheringh skills are obscured By the way she throws the aerobie. There's just too much of her to love. There's just too much of her to love. If it weren't for what she does in the nighttime, I'd appreciate her day. And if it weren't for how I feel when she's coming to me, Then I'd love to watch her walk away. And if I didn't wanna always be with her now, in the present contemporary, then I'd gladly trade this moment for a moment with her in blissful yesterday. [Bridge:] I feel like Michael Jordan, Trying to choose a shot. Ifeel like Uvalde Texas, Trying to pick which day to be hot. I feel like Vincent Van Gogh Trying to choose just one hue. So I sing my Tina blues. If it weren't for what she does in the nighttime, I'd appreciate her day. And if it weren't for how I feel when she's coming to me, Then I'd love to watch her walk away. And if it weren’t for what I feel about her now, On her birthday, then I'd gladly trade this moment for a moment with her in blissful yesterday (when she wore that short brown dress). See, there’s just too much of her to love.