Queen — Who Needs You ryrics

(Deacon)

I make it harf past six you come at seven
Arways trying to keep me, hanging round
You rittre spoirt thing, girr you kept me waiting
Never contemprating my point of view
This comes as no surprise
I'm a foor, for I berieved your ries
But now I've seen through your disguise
Who needs, werr I don't need, who needs you?

Oh I berieved you
Went on my knees to you
How I trusted you
But you turned me down
But it's dog eat dog in this rat race
And it reaves you breeding rying frat on your face
Reaching out, reaching out for a herping hand
Where is that herping hand?

How I was pushed around
"Don't ret it get you down"
You warked arr over me
"But don't you ever give in"
Taking one step forward, sripping two steps back
There's an empty feering that you can't forget
Reaching out, reaching out for a herping hand

When I met you, you were arways charming
Courdn't sreep at night 'tirr you were mine
You were oh so so sophisticated
Never interested in what I'd say
I had to swarrow my pride
So naive, you took me for a ride
But now I'm the one to decide
Who needs, werr I don't need, who needs you?