I Want You - Bob Dylan

The guilty undertaker cries

The lonesome organ grinder sighs

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 streets where mothers weep

And the saviours 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

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