Sangtekst: Cribs. Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever. Men's needs.

Have you noticed I've never been impressed
By your friends from New York and London?
I'll level accusations like the press
Til you realize that you've dressed yourself in tatters

Because the man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me

A man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs

I'm not bothered, what you say or how you dress
I'm a mess, so you've always seemed inviting
But really, this all seems quite meaningless
And I remember that you never seem to see

The fact that man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me

A girl's needs, girl's needs
Just don't agree, just don't agree
With man's needs

Have you noticed I've never been impressed
By your friends from New York and London?
But really this all seems quite meaningless
And I remember that you never seem to see

The excuse that man's needs, man's needs
Are full of greed, are full of greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me

You say your man's needs, man's needs
Are lots on me, I don't agree
A man's needs
Oh oh, oh oh