Once upon a time I had plenty of
nothing,
Which was fine with me.
Because I had rhythm, music, love,
The
sun, the stars and the moon above,
Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue
sea.
That was when the best things in life were free.
Then time went
by and now I got plenty of plenty,
Which is fine with me.
'Cause I still
got love, I still got rhythm,
But look at what I got to go with 'em.
"Who
could ask for anything more?", I hear you query.
Who would ask for anything
more? Well, let me tell you, dearie.
Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a
guy I adore.
I'm so happy with what I got, I want more!
Count your
blessings, one, two, three
I just hate keeping score.
Any number is fine
with me
As long as it's more
As long as it's more!
I'm no
mathematician, all I know is addition
I find counting a bore.
Keep the
number mounting, your accountant does the counting.
[More! More!]
I
got rhythm, music too, just as much as before
Got my guy and my sky of
blue,
Now, however, I own the view.
More is better than nothing,
true
But nothing's better than more, more, more
Nothing's better than
more.
One is fun, why not two?
And if you like two, you might as well
have four,
And if you like four, why not a few
Why not a slew
[More!
More!]
If you've got a little, why not a lot?
Add and bit and it'll
get to be an oodle.
Every jot and tittle adds to the pot
Soon you've got
the kit as well as the caboodle.
[More! More!]
Never say when, never
stop at plenty,
If it's gonna rain, let it pour.
Happy with ten, happier
with twenty
If you like a penny, wouldn't you like many much more?
Or
does that sound too greedy?
That's not greed, no, indeedy
That's just
stocking the store
Gotta fill your cupboard, remember Mother
Hubbard.
[More! More!]
Each possession you possess
Helps your
spirits to soar.
That's what's soothing about excess
Never settle for
something less.
Something's better than nothing, yes!
But nothing's better
than more, more more
[Except all, all, all]
Except all, all, all
Except
once you have it all [have it all]
You may find all else above [find all else
above]
That though things are bliss,
There's one thing you miss, and
that's
More! More!
More! More! More! More!
More! More!
More!
Madonna - I'm Breathless - 1990
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