(j. shear)

Susanna



If she knew what she wants

(he'd be giving it to her)

If she knew what she needs

(he could give her that too)

If she knew what she wants

(but he can't see through her)

If she knew what she wants

He'd be giving it to her

Giving it to her



But she wants everything

(he can pretend to give her everything)

Or there's nothing she wants

(she don't want to sort it out)

He's crazy for this girl

(but she don't know what she's looking for)

If she knew what she wants

He'd be giving it to her

Giving it to her



I'd say her values are corrupted

But she's open to change

Then one day she's satisfied

And the next i'll find her crying

And it's nothing she can explain



Some have a style

That they work hard to refine

So they walk a crooked line

But she won't understand

Why anyone would have to try

To walk a line when they could fly



No sense thinking i could rehabilitate her

When she's fine, fine, fine

She's got so many ideas traveling around in her head

She doesn't need nothing from mine