I Want You - Bob Dylan
    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 that 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 tine 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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