By michael mcdonald and bernie chiaravalle      Starin' back at a room full of strange faces   I sense another welcome worn thin   A bartender sayin' "son take it outside"   "take it out the door you brought it in"   He said, he don't wanna hear about my problem   Or why I think I got it so tough   He said guys like me come a dime a dozen   That my only problem is knowin' when I've had enough   (but) how can I have too much?    How can I have to much of somethin' I can't get enough of?       You said it so well in your letter baby   You gave me every reason why   Girl you sure use a lot of paper, just to say good-bye   Well here's to the good times   Here's to the way we were   Here's to how you tried to be my lover   ¡®till disaster struck   Now you wanna be a friend and tell me   I'm a man who simply needs too much   But how can I have too much?    How can I have to much of somethin' I can't get enough of?