I tell you that I like it just as much as I used to,
But it seems like lately I've been staying confused,
I fell like I'm surrounded and I don't know what to do
Just to many women, too many women in the room

Too much, not enough

Too much party, I'm not getting enough sleep
Too much pressure, I'm not getting enough relief
I'm drowning in a sea of love that's getting to deep
Too much honey and not enough bee

Too much, not enough

Bridge:
I call my family doctor and I said I'm feeling ill,
Come on over, doctor, and won't you bring me some pills
But when he made out my prescription, this is what he said:
“You'll never get no better with all these women in your bed”