Men often make passes at girls who wear glasses But I'd give it all for a pair Take them off if you'd rather, it all blurs together That option just doesn't seem fair The curse of perfect vision Each and every detail so perfectly clear And each requires a decision I feared The devil's in the details, perfection prevails I can see the forest or the trees Specifics compel me, but it's overwhelming This blessing feels more like disease For these thought's, it's got to be more than a penny It's all just too much and too many Too much and too many Too many The curse of perfect vision Each and every detail so perfectly clear And each requires a decision I feared It's all too much and too many Too much and too many Too many