Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

Whatever She Wants


Brian McCaskill

Sitting in your silver garden, tall man in the grass
Standing with a sideways smile, my back to the light
It’s good to see you, at last
It took a while for me to get it right
Go now before you think of something else,
and do it fast.

Tell her she can have whatever she wants
My back’s already to the wall
Tell her she can have whatever she wants
If she’s sorry for it all.

Is this so painful? Am I sorry? What sorrow?
What did I do that they thought was such a crime?
I’m alright today, but who know’s about tomorrow
I bet you did, you knew the very first time
I couldn’t hold on to it,
Cause it was never mine.

Tell her she can have whatever she wants
Tell her it don’t matter to me
Tell her she can have whatever she wants
If this is what's good for me.

If words are your enemy, sit silent in your bed
It’s finally working now, no words being spoken
Are you sure I heard you right, did I hear what you said
Or was it the sound of you choking?
Cause I still got that strange sound,
Ringing in my head.

Tell her she can have whatever she wants
Tell her it don’t matter to me
Tell her she can have whatever she wants
If this is what you see for me.

November, 2001