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
It's weird. Every time I listen to this song, I end up getting lots and lots and lots of money one way or the other. I must be pretty lucky. But sometimes, I feel like luck like this may not be luck, but rather than some sort of curse .
Weird, right?
This song is a part of my youth. It remembers me from the time when I stole from a beggar and got cursed with a monetary multiplication that almost ruined my life.