Vices - Peggy Sue

Of all your vices

Of all your vices

Who’d have thought

That I would be the worst of it

Of all your vices

Of all your vices

Who’d have guessed

I’d be the thing you had to quit

I’ll leave your coffee by the bed

And let you sleep in

Too much of anything

Too much of anything

Too much of anything

Will only leave you wanting more

Of all your vices

Of all your vices

Always hoped that I would be

The last one left

I’ll leave your coffee by the bed

And let you sleep in

And when I’m feeling up to it

You can give me up, up, up again

Too much of anything

Too much of anything

Too much of anything

Will only leave you wanting more

This love’s a drug

This love’s a drug

This love’s a drug

And I know I will

Never ever get enough, oh

Too much of anything

Too much of anything

Too much of anything

Will only leave you wanting more