Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Want You #35 , by - Rodney Crowell. Release date: 29.09.2008
Song language: English
I Want You #35 |
| Daddy bought you like a toy |
| Mama taught you to be coy |
| Make your bed down in the dirt |
| Bow your head, lift your skirt |
| From your lips to my ears |
| All down through your tender ears |
| A poor little rich girl, junk food heiress |
| Born in forth world, raised in Paris |
| Well, listen honey, screwed the money, I want you |
| Something changed you, laid you low |
| your senses, made you slow |
| Wrote your name down in the book |
| State the claim on how do you look |
| I can’t blame you if you think that |
| Tie you to the kitchen sink |
| Drain your pockets, drink your blood |
| Drag you through the muck and mud |
| Must be said, you made your bed but I want you |
| It’s the way your hair falls in your face |
| And the way you move from place to place |
| It’s the way you wear your curse |
| As if there could be something worse than |
| Trapped inside a glass house dying |
| Waiting for the bricks to fly |
| Oh my, my, my |
| So he left you with no God |
| Trapped behind that cracked facade |
| Had for a woman have a heart |
| Not too down, not too smart |
| I will have once something clicks |
| Eat you like a ton of bricks |
| And circumstances been to break you |
| Why, oh why would God forsake you? |
| Vis-a-vis, him or me, I want you |
| baby, I don’t care, I want you |