Little boy, you got it all so why you complainin’?   Well suit yourself. Nine months of dreaming is too much a nightmare.   (This is too much a nightmare. Too much a nightmare. This is too much a nightmare)      Little boy, they only wanna dance with me   And suit yourself. Nine months is too much is too much for me, but      I had it all, but I lost it to you that day.   I should have known when the girls ran from me that day.      Little love, push me to the end of time   And suit yourself, just suit yourself, a little love is all I needed, but      I had it all, but I lost it to you that day.   I should have known when the girls ran from me that day.