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

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

Black eyed Susan

Black eyed Susan