Black — Black Eyed Susan

After the parties When I'm more drunk than lonely Sinking down into only sweet thoughts of you I see you waltzing In slow, slow circles With your hair hanging down like a waterfall I'm aching to hold you Wrap and enfold you And make you mine My black eyed Susan But you're his when he wants you Whenever that is And I wouldn't change it Even if I wanted to I'm aching to hold you Wrap and enfold you And make you mine My black eyed Susan I'm aching to hold you Wrap and enfold you But it's him No-one but him For black eyed Susan Black eyed Susan Black Eyed Susan