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
All blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I was not born to lose you
I want you
Well, I want you
I want you so bad
Yes, honey, I do
The drunken politicians leap
Upon the street where mothers weep
And saviors who are fast asleep, well they
Wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt me
Drinking from my broken cup
And asking me
To open up the gate for you
Because I want you
Well, I want you
I want you so bad
Yes, honey, I do
Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love, they've been without it
And all the daughters put me down
Because I don't
Think about it
Well, I return to the queen of spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I am not afraid to look at her
And she is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see
And she knows where I'd like to be
Doesn't matter
I want you
Well, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Yes, honey, I do
Your dancing child in his Chinese suit
Well, he spoke to me and I took his flute
I know I wasn't cute to him now, was I
But I did it because he lied, and he
Tried to take you for a ride, and
Time is on his side
And because I
I want you
Well, I want you
Well, I want you so bad
Oh, honey, I want you
Well, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Yes, honey I do
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and the washed-out horns
All blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I was not born to lose you
I want you
Well, I want you
I want you so bad
Yes, honey, I do
The drunken politicians leap
Upon the street where mothers weep
And saviors who are fast asleep, well they
Wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt me
Drinking from my broken cup
And asking me
To open up the gate for you
Because I want you
Well, I want you
I want you so bad
Yes, honey, I do
Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love, they've been without it
And all the daughters put me down
Because I don't
Think about it
Well, I return to the queen of spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I am not afraid to look at her
And she is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see
And she knows where I'd like to be
Doesn't matter
I want you
Well, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Yes, honey, I do
Your dancing child in his Chinese suit
Well, he spoke to me and I took his flute
I know I wasn't cute to him now, was I
But I did it because he lied, and he
Tried to take you for a ride, and
Time is on his side
And because I
I want you
Well, I want you
Well, I want you so bad
Oh, honey, I want you
Well, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Yes, honey I do
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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