You've gone too far, I'm on my way    You can tell the concierge to bring around my car    You've gone too far       You've said too much--things you shouldn't say    You can keep your violins, your sins, your care, your touch    You said too much       Get up off the ground now, baby    Just shut your mouth and maybe    This can all be done    I won't tell anyone       You showed them all things they shouldn't see    You have lost the sense, the permanence, the flair, the ball    You showed them all       Well now I know, you take everything    Your car, your cash, your shoes, your flash, you so and so    Well now I know       And I even think it's funny, don't say you're sorry, bunny    You can keep the wings    Just let me get my things    You've gone too far