Tytuł: I Want You

• Wykonawca: Bob Dylan
• Wyświetleń: 263

The guilty undertaker sighs
  The lonesome organ grinder cries
  The silver saxophones say 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 street where mothers weep
  And the saviors who are fast asleep
  They wait for you
  And I wait for them to interrupt
  Me drinkin' from my broken cup
  And ask for me
  Open up the gate for you
  I want you, I want you
  Yes, 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 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
  Yes, I want you so bad
  Honey, I want you.
  
  Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
  He spoke to me, I took his flute
  No, I wasn't very cute to him - Was I ?
  But I did though because he lied
  Because he took you for a ride
  And because time was on his side
  And because I ..
  I want you, I want you
  Yes, I want you so bad
  Honey, I want you.