"Much to tell, little to say" Critique please!?

If it’s too much to ask,

Then it’s too much to give.

So I know you’re not getting it.

So I know you’re not getting it.

There’s little to row

A lot of you to grow

You’ve got so much to show.

Yet, I don’t know how much more

I can wait to let you take your stage

And that’s the truth of it, ought to be aware of it.

That your density is bringing me down

The temper on that viscosity is making me frown

I won’t entertain you, won’t be your clown.

It’s too much to ask for, for you,

Then it’s too much to give.

It may be divine but if I’m willing to forgive

Then you’d be on your way to forget.

And that’s the truth of it now, honey, you ought to know!

No, no no!

I’m just not ready yet--

Not ready yet

That’s for sure.

There’s so much to tell, little to say.

And it’s the truth of it now, baby, you know.

It’s too much to ask,

It’s too much to give

So I you’re not getting it, not getting it.

So I know, I know, you’re not getting it.

No.