The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophone says
I should refuse you
The cracked bells and 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 wait for them to interrupt
Me drinking from my broken cup
And ask me to open up
The gate for 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 talk with my chamber maid
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
Now your dancing child with the chinese suit
He spoke to me i took his flute
No i wasn`t very cute to him
Was i
But i did it because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because i
Want you i want you
I want you so bad
Honey i want you
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