(dylan)
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonely 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
Oh so bad
Baby, i want you
Once a politician leaves
Upon the street where mothers weep
The saviours who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And i wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin from my broken cup
And askin me to open up the gate for you
Woh baby i want you
I want you
I want you
Oh, so bad
Baby 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
Baby 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 now was i
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, baby i want you
I want you