| Lyrics: | 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. |
