Текст песни Bob Dylan - I Want You
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The guilty undertaker sighs,The lonesome organ grinder cries,The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.The cracked bells and washed-out hornsBlow 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 leapsUpon the street where mothers weepAnd the saviors who are fast asleep,They wait for you.And I wait for them to interruptMe drinkin` from my broken cupAnd ask me toOpen up the gate for you.I want you, I want you,I want you so bad,Honey, I want you.Now all my fathers, they`ve gone downTrue 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 SpadesAnd talk with my chambermaid.She knows that I`m not afraidTo look at her.She is good to meAnd there`s nothing she doesn`t see.She knows where I`d like to beBut it doesn`t matter. I want you, I want you,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, though, because he liedBecause he took you for a rideAnd because time was on his sideAnd because I . . . I want you, I want you,I want you so bad,Honey, I want you.