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
Black eyed Susan
Black Eyed Susan