Bob Dylan – I want you
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome 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 for me
Open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
Yes, 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
Yes, 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 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
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you