The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ grind to 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 drinking from my broken cup
And ask for me to open up the gate for you
I want you
I want you

I want you, I want you so bad
I want you
All my fathers, they've gone down to love, they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down, cause I don't think about it
Will I turn to the queen of spades and talk with her?


my chambermaid. She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her. She is good to me. 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 you're a 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 he took you for a ride. And because

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
I want you
I want you
I want you
Aren't you so bad?
So bad