You never asked me what I wanted
You only asked me why
I never thought that so much trouble
Was restin’ on my reply
I could say it was the rights when I was lonely
And you were the only one who’d come
I could tell you that I like your sensitivity
When you know it’s the way that you walk
(CHORUS) Why do you have to say there there’s always someone
Who can do it better than I can?
But don’t you think that I know that walking on the water
Won’t make me a miracle man?
Baby’s gotta have the things she wants
You know she’s gotta have the things she loves
She’s got a ten-inch bamboo cigarette holder
And her black patent leather gloves
And I’m doing everything just tryin’ to please her