I made a terrible mistake
The kind I thought that I would never make
But I have found humility is better when it's forced on me
The kind of thing that I could never fake
My friends have been asking me my middle name
So that they can better exclaim to me the urgency of their incredulity
How my excuse it absolutely lame
Why don't you ration out your love, baby, love, baby?
You've got the spirit of a dove, baby, dove, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Why don't you trade your beads and baubles for a gun, baby, gun, baby?
Because they've got you on the run, baby, run, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh...
Well, the Roman Coliseum got the best of me, best of me
But the lady Aphrodite got the rest of me, rest of me
If you could come on, come up, come back from the dead for me, dead for me
Maybe you could give me something I can feel
Ooh...
Why don't you ration...
Well the Roman...
Ooh...
I made a terrible mistake
A dream from which I can never wake
Still angels come and sing to me in less than perfect harmony
Sometimes your love is more than I can take