Lyrics

Too much choice is a terrible thing When the gold feels old on a wedding ring Fromalittle girl runningto the sound of the bell Anda Grandmother's eye like a wishing well He's a dog I can't help myself I can't help myself He's a dog I can't help myself I can't help myself There's no kind of woman and there's no kind of breed That I couldn't foresee some possibilities From the darkest princess to the whitest queen And all those magical places that lie inbetween He's a dog I can't help myself I can't help myself He's a dog I can't help myself No, I can't help myself So all you dear ladies I don't care if you bathe I'll show you a good time If you come my way I'm just a little boy lost In a big sweetie store Gotta let me in To climb on your shore He's a dog I can't help myself I can't help myself He's a dog I can't help myself No, I can't help myself