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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 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 now, was I?
But I did it 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
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
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