Jason Mraz - Too Much Food lyrics
[Jason Mraz - Too Much Food lyrics]
You can say that I'm one curly fry
In the box of the regular
Messing with the flavor
Oh the flavor that you savor
Saving me for last but you better
Not eat me at all
Living in a fast food bag making
Friends with the ketchup and salt
People say that I'm crazy for not
Moving on to better things
Instead I'm sitting around trash talking
With the onion rings
But, it's much too soon to
Leave this easy life
Pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay
All about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice
Alone before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It s all about the know how
All just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
Believe it or not
I super sized my sights on the
Surprise in the cereal box
My stomachs smaller than my eyes
So I went to see the doctor and he said
"Turn your head and then cough"
I didn't listen to what he said
Instead I couldn't wait to get off
He said I can have this
But I can't have that
That I should keep wishing I was living
The life of a cat because
I ain't the one whose gonna
Be missing the feast
Just like you ain't the one who
Seems to be calming the beast
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay
All about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice
Alone before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It s all about the know how
All just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
Well, if you are what you eat, in my case
I'll be sweet so come and get some
I'm so over it
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay
All about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice
Alone before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It s all about the know how
All just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the know how all
Just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
(Get up and get some)
There's too much food on my plate
In the box of the regular
Messing with the flavor
Oh the flavor that you savor
Saving me for last but you better
Not eat me at all
Living in a fast food bag making
Friends with the ketchup and salt
People say that I'm crazy for not
Moving on to better things
Instead I'm sitting around trash talking
With the onion rings
But, it's much too soon to
Leave this easy life
Pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay
All about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice
Alone before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It s all about the know how
All just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
Believe it or not
I super sized my sights on the
Surprise in the cereal box
My stomachs smaller than my eyes
So I went to see the doctor and he said
"Turn your head and then cough"
I didn't listen to what he said
Instead I couldn't wait to get off
He said I can have this
But I can't have that
That I should keep wishing I was living
The life of a cat because
I ain't the one whose gonna
Be missing the feast
Just like you ain't the one who
Seems to be calming the beast
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay
All about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice
Alone before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It s all about the know how
All just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
Well, if you are what you eat, in my case
I'll be sweet so come and get some
I'm so over it
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay
All about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice
Alone before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down
It s all about the know how
All just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
Now you're about to get cut
Up or get cut down
It's all about the know how all
Just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play
Too much food on my plate
(Get up and get some)
There's too much food on my plate