How does she know what she knows without looking?
She leads the revolution with the way that she's cooking
Going left when the crowd is leaning right,
Listening to angles in the middle of the night
Peering out from her shades she sees into the shadows
Reaching out her hand she grabs hold of the battle
Nothing passes easy, nothing's left to hide
Her whitecharger is a streetcar, her lance a subway ride
How does she know, what she knows, what she knows? (×4)
What does she know that she's not telling
What does she know that she wont say
Where does she get the strength that's inside her
How does she triumph day after day
How does she know?
How does she do what she does without talking
Leading the revolt with the way that she's walking?
With the tiniest of the shifts in her splintered heart,
She's gonna tear this whole wide world apart
How does she know, what she knows, what she knows? (×4)
What does she know that she's not telling
What does she know that she wont say
Where does she get the strength that's inside her
How does she triumph day after day
How does she know?