Bob Dylan - I Want You Lyrics
The guilty undertaker sighs,The lonesome organ grinder cries,The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.The cracked bells and washed-out hornsBlow into my face with scorn,But its not that way,I wasnt born to lose you.I want you, I want you,I want you so bad,Honey, I want you.The drunken politician leapsUpon the street where mothers weepAnd the saviors who are fast asleep,They wait for you.And I wait for them to interruptMe drinkin from my broken cupAnd ask me toOpen up the gate for you.I want you, I want you,I want you so bad,Honey, I want you.Now all my fathers, theyve gone downTrue love theyve been without it.But all their daughters put me downcause I dont think about it.Well, I return to the queen of spadesAnd talk with my chambermaid.She knows that Im not afraidTo look at her.She is good to meAnd theres nothing she doesnt see.She knows where Id like to beBut it doesnt 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 wasnt very cute to him,Was i?But I did it, though, because he liedBecause he took you for a rideAnd because time was on his sideAnd because I . . .I want you, I want you,I want you so bad,Honey, I want you.
