How Would You Know


I wantícha in the wrong way Whatís tomorrow if youíve got today And if you subscribe to my way You erase all this anyway Out in the mountains and granola Ah, thereís a little man lease-to-own ya Hold out your hands Oh, such little hands Well, lie to your man Stay wise to the plan So driviní makes no sense ĎCause I donít even have a license We could walk and get as far It just might take a little bit longer And is your dealer on the corner Just to give himself a boner Hold out your hands Stay wise to the plan If whatícha got is whatícha need, hell then I donít wanna hear the rest And if you ever had a thing to sell Then you know whatícha got Why wouldíja care If itís everywhere Donít leave me here Iím always alone But how would you know I fall down the shaft Nothing to grab onto Pull me up Just like long ago But how would you know How would you know So ya need me for the wrong things Now youíve got yourself a bird that sings And ya left me for your owner Out in the mountains and granola Hold out your hands Oh such little hands If whatícha got is whatícha need, hell Then I donít wanna hear the rest And ifía you ever had a thing to sell Then get rid of the lie If whatícha got is whatícha need, hell Then I donít wanna hear the rest And everybodyís got a thing to sell Donít need whatícha got Back To Site