She Wants So Many Things - Graham Parker

    She wants so many things you can't give to her
    She wants so many things you don't have much
    She wants so many things you can't deliver to her
    She wants so many things all at once

    Like a brick wall that'll keep her from crumbling
    And a camouflage jacket to hide from herself in
    And a system of worship like a powerful magnet
    That'll draw in the heathens pick them up in a dragnet
    And pull them underwater till they all go stagnant

    She wants so many things beamed in on a satellite
    Served up on a silver tray a wasp and parasite

    She wants so many things where you gonna find them all
    She wants so many things get up and run
    She wants so many things you're at her beck and call
    You're the puppet she pulls the strings just for fun

    Like a blue ocean that's devoid of fishes
    Cause they're all on her table prepared into dishes
    Like an army of lieutenants all standing to attention
    And a book about you where YOU don't get a mention

    With her hand on a Bible she's right in your face
    She's a living example of God's bad taste
    And with him for an ally she can't be a heretic
    But her heart's from a laboratory spun from a synthetic

    She wants so many things brought without question
    The Gardens of Babylon hanging and festooned
    A ship In the desert your soul on a plate
    She can't wait any longer don't make her wait

    She wants so many things you can't negotiate
    She wants so many things you feel the crunch
    She wants so many things don't make her reiterate
    She wants so many things all at once

    A collection of clowns who were dragged up in public school
    Who dream up the rhythms that she dances in the disco to
    They all surround her and yes her to death
    With their hands on their mouths to hide their bad breath

    And she lives in a fortress at the back of a project
    And she'll let you in soon but not now and not yet
    And she likes to see you immersed in greed
    Confusing what you want with what you need

    She wants so many things split up into atoms
    She owns the crown jewels but you can't get at 'em

    She wants so many things you can't keep up with her
    She wants so many things at the same time
    She wants so many things you can't keep it up her
    She wants so many things you'll never find

    Like three million shoes and a closet full of whips
    And two dozen hats and then everyone fits
    And the kind of acceptance that needs a lobotomy
    That'll help you accept every single contradictory

    Statement that hits you like a force nine gale
    And makes you go pale every time that you fail
    To bring home the bacon and bring in the goods
    Get the musk from the deer and the shell from the turtle

    And the gold from the fools and the shells from the sea
    She says load them in a caravan bring them to me

    She wants so many things brought to her feet
    Cover every inch of the world in concrete
    You better do it it's only your fate
    She can't wait any longer don't make her wait

    She wants so many things you can't give to her
    She wants so many things you don't have much
    She wants so many things you can't deliver to her
    Everything's attached to strings you can't touch
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