Lyrics: Cribs. Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever. Women's Needs.

In the radius of a thousand miles
I find it strange no one makes me smile
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You should understand
You still have to try
When we're all the same
I was almost right
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And evening comes and I feel no different
Sorry, my friend I just can't do nothing
Evening comes and I feel no different
Sorry, my friend I just can't do nothing

In the radius of a thousand miles
You find it strange no one makes me smile
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You should understand
You still have to try
We're not all the same
I was almost right
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And see those guys
I guess they're quite clever
Get you on side
Women's needs, whatever

See those guys
They think they're so clever
Spot them on site
Women's needs, whatever

And evening comes
And I feel no better
It's closing time
Women's needs, whatever

Evening comes
And I feel no better
It's closing time
Women's needs, whatever

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh