Third child - She's Got Everything She Needs lyrics

My love is black of hair Quiet eyed and slender Dresses so debonair Hands are cold and tender And she speaks in English And she dresses in black My love is a cultured thing Spending time in museums Cutting up magazines Of singers she believes in And she studies fashions And she don't look back My love and I agree On what to see in the theatre She's of mixed pedigree Has exotic features So she'll always look different And you know she makes good use of that She poses for pictures And her eyes are never closed when it snaps You make me feel so antique Like my name is mud, my name is mud She don't belong to me You make me feel so weak Like my name is mud, my name is mud She don't belong to me You make me feel so antique Like my name is mud, my name is mud She don't belong to me You make me feel so weak Like my name is mud, my name is mud She don't belong to me But I'll send you a picture of someone who's close to me My love is a bride to be We smoke pot on the weekends She picks out clothes for me We are Europeans And she questions religions And she leaves a key for me under her mat My love is black of hair Quiet eyed and slender Dresses so debonair Hands are cold and tender And she doesn't belong And