Music and Vocal Roel Van Veldt
words rittmo'
Too Much
though you may never know it
I massage your feet and toes
every chance I get, it's the least I could do
to pay homage to the love we knew
it's all about the little gestures
the comfort, the extra measures
that allow me to bathe in the pleasure
to pay homage to the love we knew
too much too much
fingers that never grew tired
too much, too much
the fire beneath every touch
there's a sadness when love wains
secumbs to the the obvious pain
of staying so high above the ground
as with all flight, what goes up, must come down
though you may never know it
I massage your feet and toes
every chance I get, it's the least I could do
to pay homage to the love we knew
there's a streetlamp on lovers lane
shines on a tree, where we carved out names
too much too much
fingers that never grew tired
too much, too much
the fire beneath every touch
rittmo'
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