guilty undertaker sighs lonely organ grinder cries silver saxophones say i, i should refuse you
cracked bells and washed out horns blow into my face with scorn it's not that way i wasn't born to lose you
i want you i want you darling, i want you so bad
drunken politicians leap onto the street where mothers weep and saviors who are fast asleep they wait for you
and i'll wait for them to interrupt me drinking from my broken cup and ask me to open up the gate for you
i want you i want you darling, i want you so bad
i want you darling, i want you, oh oh, i want you oh, so bad
now all my fathers, they've gone down true love, they've been without it and all their daughters, they still put me down 'cause i think about it
i will return to the queen of spades talk with my chamber maid she knows that i'm not afraid to look at her she's good to me there's nothing she don't see she knows where i would rather be but that doesn't matter
your dancing child with his chinese suit he spoke to me, i stole his flute no, i wasn't that cute to him was i? i did it though because he lied because he took you for a ride because time was on his side
because, i want you darling, i want you i want you oh, i want you i want you so bad
oh, don't joke with me now, baby i want you i want you let's go home