Karaoké I Want You Bob Dylan

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 to 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 'cos 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 it because he lied and 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