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
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