| The guilty undertaker sighs
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| The lonesome organ grinder cries
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| The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
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| The cracked bells and washed-out horns
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| Blow into my face with scorns
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| But it’s not that way
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| I wasn’t born to lose you
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| I want you, I want you
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| I want you so bad
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| Honey, I want you
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| The drunken politician leaps
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| Upon the street where mothers weep
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| And the saviors who are fast asleep
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| They wait for you
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| And I wait for them to interrupt
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| Me drinkin' from my broken cup
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| And ask me to
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| Open up the gate for you
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| I want you, I want you
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| I want you so bad
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| Honey, I want you
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| Now all my fathers, they’ve gone down
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| True love they’ve been without it
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| But all their daughters put me down
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| 'Cause I don’t think about it
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| Well, I return to Queen of Spades
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| And talk with my chambermaid
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| She knows that I’m not afraid
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| To look at her
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| She is good to me
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| And there’s nothing she doesn’t see
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| She knows where I’d like to be
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| But it doesn’t matter
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| I want you, I want you
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| I want you so bad
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| Honey, I want you
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| Now your dancing child whit Chinese suit
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| He spoke to me, I took his flute
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| No, I wasn’t very cute to him
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| Was I?
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| But I did it, though, because he lied
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| Because he took you for a ride
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| And because time was on his side
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| And because I…
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| I want you, I want toy
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| I want you so bad
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| Honey, I want you |