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



i want you...