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


Vearncombe/Marr/Griffiths