Anything She Wants

I can give her anything she wants

I can give her anything she needs

Anything she wants to wear

Even if she doesn’t care

A cigarette is all she’ll ever need

Sometimes I wonder what she wants

Sometimes I wonder what she needs

Like a lost and found

And the word goes round

So little sleep and a little jealousy

Like another pair of shoes or a brand new tattoo

How can I explain this to you?

She always tells me that she wants

She never tells me what she needs

If it’s just to wash her car

Pumpkin pie or a cookie jar

There’ll never be a reason for it all

I can give her anything she wants

I can give her anything she needs

One in a million, she couldn’t tell

On an empty street that you know so well

What’s it all about, my fantasy?

Well, I guess it’s no surprise, because lately I realize

If there’s one thing that she needs, it isn’t me.