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 youI want you
I want you so bad
HoneyI 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 youI want you
I want you so bad
HoneyI want you.
Now all my fathersthey ve gone down
True love they ve been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
Cause I don t think about it.
WellI 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 youI want you
I want you so bad
HoneyI want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to meI took his flute.
NoI wasn t very cute to him
Was I?
But I did itthoughbecause he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want youI want you
I want you so bad
HoneyI want you.
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