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