the guilty undertaker sighs

the lonely organ grinder cries

the silver saxophones say i should refuse you

the cracked bells and washed out horns

blow into my face with scorn

but it's not that way

i wasn't born to lose you

i want you i want you

i want you so bad

honey i want you



the drunken politician leaps

upon the street where mothers weep

and the saviors who are fast asleep

they wait for you

and i wait for them to interrupt

me drinkin' from my broken cup

and ask me to

open up the gate for you

i want you i want you

i want you so bad

honey i want you



now all my fathers they've gone down

true love they've been without it

but all their daughters put me down

'cause i don't think about it



well i return to the queen of spades

and talk with my chambermaid

she knows that i'm not afraid

to look at her

she is good to me

and there's nothing she doesn't see

she knows where i'd like to be

but it doesn't matter

i want you i want you

i want you so bad

honey i want you



now your dancing child with his chinese suit

he spoke to me i took his flute

no i wasn't very cute to him

was i

but i did it though because he lied

because he took you for a ride

and because time was on his side

and because i

i want you i want you

i want you so bad

honey i want you


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