Broken Pines

Why do they care to pick and choose for me

When all that they care about is money

Why do they care

when it’s not who they’ll be with

Why do they say that he’s not good enough for me

But they can’t tell me why

Well they say that they want me

to be provided for

One who’s a good worker and that will take care of me

But will they

show me love?

Why are they wondering who will take care of me

When I’m scared of if I will love Will he hold me

tight,

Kiss me goodnight,

And miss me when I’m gone?

Oh will he love me?

And will he show me

just how much he does?

Why aren’t they worrying about who will show

Me a happy life full of dreams?

Why do they care

to pick and choose for me

When all that they care about is money

Why do they care when it’s not who they’ll be with

Why do they say that he’s not good enough for me

When all that I need is to be loved

Oh why

can’t they see

That all I need is to be loved? (mmm-mmm)