I Want You

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ-grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you

The cracked bells and the 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 streets where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep
They wait for you

And I'll wait for them to interrupt
Drinking from my broken cup
And ask me to open up the gate for you

I want you
I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you

Now all my fathers, they've gone down true love
They've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And I talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her

She is good to me
And 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 (I want you)
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you (I want you)
I want you (I want you)
I want you so bad

Honey, I want you
I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
I want you
I want you



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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