She woke me up late last night
She said something don't feel right
I think it would be best for me
To get this off my chest you see
Way back in eighty-two
Around the time i first met you
He didn't even mean a thing
A silly fling
And she said
I'm not attracted to those muscle-bound guys
And she said i prefer a man who's more your size
And he had a swollen wallet and a swollen head
There's more to life than being good in bed
Chorus
Too much information
No i was not aware
Too much information
What makes you think i care
I could have made it through this day
Feeling perfectly o.k.
Having never heard a single word
That you just chose to say
Too much information
Now he said man it is so weird
Weird that i should see you here
'cause i was just about to write
Now we're face to face tonight
At your audition yesterday
You just blew us all away
So much style and so much grace
And what a face
And he said
You found the humor and the sadness there
And he said you got the accent you got the hair
And he said you've got the soul and you've got the heart
And by the way
You didn't get the part
Chorus
Ooo don't you send that information my way
I've had a blow-out on the information highway
'cause i'm not sigmund freud
I'm not carl jung
You can keep it on your mind
But keep it off your tongue
'cause i don't want your cross it's more that i can bear
Let it be my loss what makes you think i care
I could have made it through this day
Feeling perfectly o.k.
Having never heard a single word
That
