The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ grind to criesThe silver saxophones say I should refuse youThe cracked bells and washed out horns blow into my face with scornBut it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose youI want you, I want you, I want you so badHoney, I want youThe drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weepAnd the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for youAnd I wait for them to interrupt me drinking from my broken cupAnd ask for me to open up the gate for youI want youI want youI want you, I want you so badI want youAll my fathers, they've gone down to love, they've been without itBut all their daughters put me down, cause I don't think about itWill 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 nothingshe 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 fora ride. And because time was on his side. And because he took you for a ride. And becauseI want youI want youI want youSo badI want youI want youI want youSo badI want youI want youI want youSo badI want youI want youI want youAren't you so bad?So bad