Whole lotta lovinhl

Whole lotta lovin'huey lewis and the news i'm tired of these girlie magazinesi want to get back to the real thinglate last night i read the letter you sentwoke up this morning under a tentuh huh, we've got a whole lotta lovin' to domy mini bar's empty but i'm still alivei'm all alone but my bed's big enough for a party of fivetossing and turning until a quarter to threecan't get to sleep without watching t.v.oh it's been weeks since i've seen youi'm hoping that you mean itwhen you tell me that you understandbut there's one little thing that i'm worried abouti hope that you'll remember who i ameverybody else is holding handsi'm here lonely, playing around with my microphone standbut i'm coming home one more weekthe first three days we won't get any sleep